Covington can run as fast as
that, Mr. Speed can run faster. He told me so."
"Oh!" Fresno looked at her curiously. "The world's record is nine
and _three_-fifths; that's the limit of human endurance."
"I hope he doesn't injure himself," breathed the girl, and the
tenor wandered away, disgusted beyond measure. When he was out of
hearing, he remarked, aloud:
"I'll bet he runs so slow we'll have to wind a stop-watch on him.
Anyhow, I think I'll find out something more about this race."
Once in his room, Mr. J. Wallingford Speed made a search for
writing materials, while Larry Glass overhauled a trunk filled
with athletic clothing of various descriptions. There were
running-suits, rowing-suits, baseball and football suits,
sweaters, jerseys, and bath robes--all of which were new and
unstained. At the bottom Glass discovered a box full of bronze
and near-gold emblems.
"Here's your medals," said he.
"Good! I'll wear them."
"Nix! You can't do that. Those gals will get wise." He selected
one, and read on the reverse side. "Clerk of the course"; another
was engraved "Starter.
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