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Bert Wilson, Marathon Winner
Bert Wilson, Marathon Winner
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. WITH FLYING FEET 1
II. THE DEADLY RATTLER 14
III. A RUN FOR LIFE 26
IV. A DESPERATE STRUGGLE 38
V. THE FLOATING RACE-TRACK 48
VI. OFF FOR THE FIGHT 57
VII. THE FIRST MARATHON 68
VIII. IN THE LINER'S PATH 80
IX. MAN OVERBOARD! 92
X. CROOKED WORK 105
XI. A MONSTER PERIL 114
XII. THE OCEAN'S PREY 129
XIII. A HUSKY ANTAGONIST 146
XIV. A FEARFUL AWAKENING 159
XV. THE DYNAMITE SHIP 172
XVI. THE STARRY BANNER 185
XVII. A GLORIOUS VICTORY 195
CHAPTER I
WITH FLYING FEET
A thundering cheer burst from ten thousand throats, as the three
athletes, running like deer, swung into the stretch and straightened
away for home.
It was the last day of the intercollegiate meet for field and track
events, and the most thrilling feature had been reserved for the
wind-up. It was a modified Marathon of fifteen miles and the fastest
runners in the East had entered the lists. Each college had sent the
pick of its runners to struggle for the mastery, and excitement was at
fever heat.
The stands were a mass of color, packed with the partisans of the
various contenders and "rooting" fiercely for their favorites. The
different events--pole vaulting, hammer throwing, broad and high
jumping--had been bitterly contested, and the victories had been only a
matter of inches. And now with the minor features disposed of, all eyes
were centered on the most important of all--the long distance race.
A splendid body of athletes, twenty in number, had faced the starter,
and at the crack of his pistol had darted off like greyhounds freed from
the leash. They formed a magnificent picture of youth and vigor as they
sped around the track. For the first mile or two they kept a fairly
compact formation; but then the line began to lengthen. Some through
weariness, others through craftiness, fell to the rear and let the
others make the pace. By the time five miles had been covered, the
sifting process began. Brawn and wind and staying power asserted
themselves. The weaker or more poorly conditioned dropped out altogether
or plodded hopelessly in the rear. At six miles from the finish, only
five were left, and when they entered upon the last mile, the race had
narrowed down to three.
CHAPTER PAGE
I. WITH FLYING FEET 1
II. THE DEADLY RATTLER 14
III. A RUN FOR LIFE 26
IV. A DESPERATE STRUGGLE 38
V. THE FLOATING RACE-TRACK 48
VI. OFF FOR THE FIGHT 57
VII. THE FIRST MARATHON 68
VIII. IN THE LINER'S PATH 80
IX. MAN OVERBOARD! 92
X. CROOKED WORK 105
XI. A MONSTER PERIL 114
XII. THE OCEAN'S PREY 129
XIII. A HUSKY ANTAGONIST 146
XIV. A FEARFUL AWAKENING 159
XV. THE DYNAMITE SHIP 172
XVI. THE STARRY BANNER 185
XVII. A GLORIOUS VICTORY 195
CHAPTER I
WITH FLYING FEET
A thundering cheer burst from ten thousand throats, as the three
athletes, running like deer, swung into the stretch and straightened
away for home.
It was the last day of the intercollegiate meet for field and track
events, and the most thrilling feature had been reserved for the
wind-up. It was a modified Marathon of fifteen miles and the fastest
runners in the East had entered the lists. Each college had sent the
pick of its runners to struggle for the mastery, and excitement was at
fever heat.
The stands were a mass of color, packed with the partisans of the
various contenders and "rooting" fiercely for their favorites. The
different events--pole vaulting, hammer throwing, broad and high
jumping--had been bitterly contested, and the victories had been only a
matter of inches. And now with the minor features disposed of, all eyes
were centered on the most important of all--the long distance race.
A splendid body of athletes, twenty in number, had faced the starter,
and at the crack of his pistol had darted off like greyhounds freed from
the leash. They formed a magnificent picture of youth and vigor as they
sped around the track. For the first mile or two they kept a fairly
compact formation; but then the line began to lengthen. Some through
weariness, others through craftiness, fell to the rear and let the
others make the pace. By the time five miles had been covered, the
sifting process began. Brawn and wind and staying power asserted
themselves. The weaker or more poorly conditioned dropped out altogether
or plodded hopelessly in the rear. At six miles from the finish, only
five were left, and when they entered upon the last mile, the race had
narrowed down to three.
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