Part 7 (2/2)
The signal was given, and the boys started.
As in the first race, John Miles soon took the lead. He was nearly three inches taller than Ben. Naturally, his legs were longer, and this was an advantage. Again he put forth all his strength at once; Ben, on the other hand, reserved his strength for the close of the contest.
When the race was half over, John Miles was probably twenty feet in advance.
”Boston, will win this time,” said Arthur Clark. ”See how much Miles leads.”
”I am not so sure of that,” said George Herman. ”I know Ben Bradford. He is very strong, and can hold out well. Miles is using himself up. Do you see how he is panting?”
This was true. In spite of all his training, John Miles had never been able to overcome a shortness of breath which was const.i.tutional with him. It was telling upon him now.
Foot by foot Ben gained upon him. It was the first race over again.
Toward the finish he overtook him, and a final spurt won the race--with John Miles full ten feet behind.
”Have I won fairly?” asked our her, turning to John.
”That confounded cramp caught me again,” said John sullenly. ”If it hadn't been for that, you couldn't have beaten me.”
”That was unlucky for you.”
”I could beat you by twenty-five yards if I felt all right.”
”Boasting is easy,” thought Ben, but he did not say it. He felt in too good humor over his second victory.
”We may have a chance to run again some time when you are in better condition,” he said cheerfully.
”Maybe so,” answered John dubiously. He felt that he had had enough of running against Ben.
Ben's acquaintances gathered about him, and congratulated him over his double victory. Boys whom he did not know sought an introduction, and he found himself quite a lion.
John Miles returned to the two boys who had accompanied him, and began to apologize for his want of success.
”I was awfully unlucky,” he said. ”I suppose that fellow thinks, because he has beaten me twice when I had the cramp, that he is a better runner than I am. Just see those fellows crowding around him! I suppose he will strut like a turkey-c.o.c.k.”
But this was doing injustice to Ben. He certainly had reason to feel pleased with his success; for it not only brought him a sum equal to two weeks' wages at the factory, but he received the congratulations of the boys so modestly that he won the good opinion of many who had hitherto been strangers to him.
”By George, Ben, you've done well,” said James Watson. ”I just wish I were in your place.”
”I owe my good luck to you, James.”
”How is that?”
”You invited me to come here. I shouldn't have come but for you.”
”I am glad of it, Ben. From what you tell me, the money'll come in handy.”
”Indeed it will, James.”
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