Wait and Hope: or, A Plucky Boy's Luck. Horatio Alger Jr.

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      "I congratulate you," said Frank to Ben, who stood, flushed and pleased, at the goal. "You've won the prize fairly."

      John Miles stood by, mortified and sullen.

      "Better luck next time!" said Frank Jones. "You see we know a little about running."

      "I should have won easily enough if I hadn't had a sudden attack of cramp," said John grumbling.

      "You didn't run as if you had the cramp."

      "You say so, because you don't know how fast I can run. I didn't run at all this morning."

      "That's unlucky. I wanted to see some real running."

      "I should like to run the race over again," said John.

      "Of course, you can't for the prize has been won."

      "I don't care about the prize. I've got money enough."

      "I haven't," said Ben; "I care more for the money than the victory."

      "Look here!" said John. "I'll put up five dollars myself, if you'll run with me again."

      "You will?" exclaimed Ben, his eyes sparkling.

      "Yes, I will."

      "And you won't ask me to put up anything?"

      "No."

      "Then I'll run if the committee will let me."

      A ready permission was obtained from the committee; but it was stipulated that the younger boys should have their race first. To this both contestants readily agreed, since it would give them a chance to recover from the fatigue of the race they had just engaged in.

      Chapter V

Ben Wins Again

      "I am very glad you won," said Frank Jones, in a low voice.

      "Thank you; so am I," answered Ben, smiling.

      "Of course I should have preferred to win myself," continued Frank candidly; "but, as I saw that it lay between you and John Miles, I sided with you."

      "Do you know Miles?"

      "No, but I spoke with him just as the race began. I saw that he felt sure of winning. He boasted that he had practiced running at a gymnasium in Boston."

      "Then I wonder he didn't beat me."

      "He would on a short race; but your wind is better."

      "I am glad to win, for the sake of the money," said Ben. "I have lost my place at the factory, and my aunt depends on my earnings."

      "Then I am glad for you," said Frank. "I didn't need the money myself. If I had won, I would have given it to you, knowing your circumstances."

      "You are very kind," said Ben gratefully.

      "You may win another five dollars. I hope you will."

      "It will be rather hard on John Miles to lose two races and his money, too."

      "You needn't consider that. If I judge him rightly, he has self-conceit enough to carry him through a dozen defeats. He will have some excuse ready, you may be sure. He says he lost the first race by a sudden cramp. He has not more cramp than I."

      "There are little boys in line," said Ben. "I recognize Frank and

      Charlie Herman. Do you know the others?"

      "I know nearly all. Next to Charlie Herman are Aleck Gale, Johnny Clarke, little Vanderhoef, Brooks Gulager, and Charlie Boyd. The end boy is Charlie Snedeker."

      "Who will win?"

      "One of the Hermans, probably."

      The prediction proved correct.

      Charles Herman can in first, leading his brother by a few feet.

      "You ought to divide the prize with me, Charlie," said Frank. "I didn't like to beat my older brother, or I would have run ahead of you."

      "You didn't seem to hold back much," said Charlie. "However, I will be generous and give you a dollar. It will be all in the family."

      Proclamation was now made that a supplementary race would be run, for a prize of five dollars, offered by John Miles, the contestants being John Miles and Ben Bradford. The distance by request of Miles, was diminished to two hundred yards. John was shrewd enough to see that the shorter distance was more favorable to himself. Defeat had not diminished his good opinion of himself, not increased his respect for Ben.

      "You gained the race by an accident," he said to Ben, as they stood side by side, waiting for the signal.

      "Perhaps I did," replied Ben good-humoredly; "all I can say is that it was a lucky accident for me."

      "Of course it was. You don't think you can run as fast as I can?"

      "I can't tell yet. I will do my best."

      "You will have to. I have practiced running in a Boston gymnasium."

      "Then you have the advantage of me."

      "Of course I have. Besides, I am taller than you."

      "For all that, I mean to win your five dollars if I can."

      "My money is safe enough. I don't concern myself about that."

      "He has a tolerably comfortable opinion of himself," thought Ben; "I begin to want to beat him for something else than the money."

      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 constitutional 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 СКАЧАТЬ