In imagination he's already receiving the grand Marathon prize, and hearing the crowds yelling themselves hoarse." "Well," snorted Horatio, gritting his teeth in a way he had when aroused, "if that's what pleases Nick he's got another guess coming; for three of us are also in the game; and he's got to do some mighty tall sprinting in that last half-mile if he expects to win out.

Then there are a lot of other fellows in the run who may give him a pain.
But, according to the programme, our race comes next after this pole vaulting contest; so, boys, we'd better be moving around, and getting our place in line, according to our several numbers.".