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Rh Calvert did not look like a runner. He was a >od two inches shorter than Hugh, who lacked arly that much of six feet. Calvert was heavily ilt—a dark, brawny chap, both quick and powerl. Hugh looked at him and for a moment hated m. Although he did not phrase it so—in fact, did not phrase it at all—Calvert was his obstacle his race for redemption. Calvert won the hundred-yard dash in ten i:onds flat, breaking the Sanford-Raleigh record, ugh, running faster than he ever had in his life, rely managed to come in second ahead of his im-mate Murphy. The Sanford men cheered n lustily, but he hardly listened. He had to win 2 two-twenty. At last the runners were called to the startingie. They danced up and down the track flexing bir muscles. Hugh was tense but more deterened than nervous. Calvert pranced around ort in the hundred. Finally the starter called L*m to their marks. They tried their spikes in h starting-holes, scraped them out a bit more,
 * ily; he seemed entirely recovered from his great
 * de a few trial dashes, and finally knelt in line at

I: command of the starter. Hugh expected Calvert to lead for the first hun:d yards; but the last hundred, that was where ilvert would weaken. Calvert was sure to be ?ad at the beginning—but after that!