Sam also spurted and kept the lead by about two yards.
"Humph! that ain't running!" muttered Lew Flapp to Rockley, but nevertheless, he was greatly disturbed.
Down the line swept the two runners with the speed of the wind, Sam keeping his two yards' lead in spite of Tom's efforts to overtake him.
"Won!" was the shout.

"And Tom Rover is close behind." And then the crowd gathered around George Strong to learn the time.
"Eight seconds better than Lew Flapp!" was the cry.

"And Tom Rover came in four seconds better!" "That shows what Sam Rover would have done had Franell kept out of his way." "The race should have gone to Sam Rover!" So the cries kept up until Captain Putnam compelled the cadets to quiet down.
Lew Flapp and his cronies were much disgusted and left the field almost immediately.
"He's afraid to stay," declared Dick.

"He doesn't want Sam to challenge him," and this was the truth.
The foot races were followed by some prize shooting, a race on the lake, and then by a tub race, and a race in sacks, which called forth much laughter, not only from the cadets, but also from the visitors.
"It was just splendid!" declared Alice Staton to Dick, when it was all over.

"I never had such a lovely time in my life." "Nor I," added her twin sister.