"We are not so swell. The starter gives the word
this way, 'All set? Go!'"
"All right, Mack, you give me the word sharp. I am out of practise and I
must get the idea into my head."
"You are great on the idea, I see," replied Mack.
"Right you are, and it is just the same with the hammer, Mack."
"Aye, I have found that out."
For twenty minutes or so Cameron practised his start and at every
attempt Mack's confidence grew, so that when he brought his man back to
the platform he announced to a group of the girls standing near, "Don't
say anything, but I have the winner right here for you."
"Why, Mr. Cameron," cried Isa, "what a wonder you are! What else can you
do? You are a piper, a dancer, a hammer-thrower, and now a runner."
"Jack-of-all-trades," laughed Perkins, who, with Mandy, was standing
near.
"Yes, but you can't say 'Master of none,'" replied Isa sharply.
"Better wait," said Cameron. "I have entered this race only to save Mr.
Freeman from collapse."
"Collapse? Fatty? He couldn't," said Isa with emphasis.
"Lass, I do not know," said Mack gravely. "He looked more hollow than
ever I have seen him before."
"Well, we'll all cheer for you, Mr. Cameron, anyway," cried Isa. "Won't
we, girls? Oh, if wishes were wings!"
"Wings?" said Mandy, with a puzzled air.
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