Ralph Henry Barbour

“ It doesn’t matter to us, although I suppose if we insisted on having the things run off the way we first agreed to we’d have a better chance to win the meet.”
“But it wouldn’t seem quite fair, would it, to make those boys run in the mile just after they’d been hurdling?”
“Well, it would be fair enough, I guess; that’s their lookout, you know; only—well, I don’t want to win that way. I say let every fellow have an even chance, and then the one that wins is the best man.”
“Are you going to practise this afternoon?” Harry asked. ”

“ I wish we were sure of having a decent track here next spring. If only the dormitory business had turned out better I guess the Doctor would have been willing to spend some money on the field and track.”
“Do you think we’ll ever get the money for the dormitory, Dick?” asked Harry wistfully.
“Sure to, sooner or later,” he answered stoutly. “But it’s slow going, isn’t it? Haven’t had any more letters, have you?”
Harry shook her head.
“Not one. I think some people are too mean for anything!”
“Well,” Dick laughed, “I dare say they’ve got plenty of uses for their money. We’ll get it yet. ”

“ I want a good hard track on Saturday.” “Do you think we can beat them?” asked Harry.
Dick hesitated, then shook his head slowly.
“Honestly, I don’t. But I’m not telling the fellows that. It doesn’t help any, that sort of talk. I tell them we can win if we do our level best; and we can; the trouble is that every fellow can’t do his level best when the time comes. Lots of them will be nervous, you know; can’t help it. I may be myself. By the way, Sid got a note from their manager yesterday asking if we would mind changing the order of events so that the mile run will come last ”