Others, wiser, gripped their hands, and held their breath while waiting to see the actual finish of the great race.
Of a truth Whipple was doing splendidly, there was no gainsaying that; but coming on back of him was one who appeared to be making much better time.

Hugh was gaining fast, they could see.

The only question that remained to be settled was whether Whipple had it in him to increase his pace sufficiently to cross the tape first; or, on the other hand, if Hugh Morgan was able to speed up still more, and close the gap.
How the shouts rang out.

Everybody seemed to be cheering madly at the same time.

Men stood up, and waved their arms; girls embraced each other, though not an eye was turned away from that wonderful finish of the great Marathon race.
Now, Hugh had apparently released his final effort.