At the noon recess Bart was besieged by a crowd of boys asking
all sorts of questions about the contest, from the kind of prizes to be
offered, to the distance to be run;
"I can't tell you any more than is in the notice," Bart answered. "All
you have to do is to train for the race, and the committee will attend to
the rest."
With this they had to be content. As Ned had suggested, this did serve to
take Frank's mind off his troubles to a certain extent. He inquired about
the contest, and, when he was sufficiently interested, his three chums
took him to one side and explained that it was gotten up for the benefit
of Jim Morton.
"Do you think you can get him to enter?" asked Frank.
"I guess so, if I talk to him right," Ned replied. Then he set to work to
get Jim to become one of the contestants.
"Why, you know I can't run," Jim complained, when Ned broached the matter
to him. "Besides, I don't believe in races. It takes too much time and
strength. I'll live longer if I don't hurry so much," and Jim, slowed up
in his walk, which was slow enough at best.
"But this is different," Ned went on.
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