"You know you're giving the school
a bad name by being so lazy."
"How?" asked Jim, in some surprise.
"Why, you've been made an honorary member of the athletic committee," Ned
went on. It was a fact, but he had engineered the matter through. "Now
how does it look to see one of our honorary members so lazy he won't even
enter a contest? Besides, I think you could win this race, Jim."
"Me win? Why, you know I haven't ever run a race."
"But I think you can win this one," Ned went on, rather mysteriously.
"If you'd only train a little bit I know you could beat lots of the
fellows. Let me enter you as one of the contestants, and some of us
fellows will practice with you nights."
"All right," Jim assented, rather flattered that the chums would go to
so much trouble on his account. "I'll try, but I know I can't come in
even third."
"You wait," counseled Ned.
The news soon spread that Jim had entered as a contestant in the race.
And, what was more surprising, he had begun to train. Few of the High
School boys believed it until they saw Jim speeding around the campus one
evening, with Ned and his chums.
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