"Won!" was the shout. "And Tom Rover is close behind." And then the
crowd gathered around George Strong to learn the time.
"Eight seconds better than Lew Flapp!" was the cry. "And Tom Rover came
in four seconds better!"
"That shows what Sam Rover would have done had Franell kept out of his
way."
"The race should have gone to Sam Rover!"
So the cries kept up until Captain Putnam compelled the cadets to quiet
down.
Lew Flapp and his cronies were much disgusted and left the field almost
immediately.
"He's afraid to stay," declared Dick. "He doesn't want Sam to challenge
him," and this was the truth.
The foot races were followed by some prize shooting, a race on the
lake, and then by a tub race, and a race in sacks, which called forth
much laughter, not only from the cadets, but also from the visitors.
"It was just splendid!" declared Alice Staton to Dick, when it was all
over. "I never had such a lovely time in my life."
"Nor I," added her twin sister. "But your brother should have had that
running race. It was a shame to knock him down."
"Never mind," said Tom, who had come up. "All the boys know he can run
faster than the winner anyway."
A luncheon was served to the visitors by Captain Putnam's order and
after that the cadets and their newly-made friends were allowed to go
walking, boating, or driving, as they saw fit. Swings had been erected
in the grove close to the encampment and these were constantly
patronized.
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