s very best to beat that.

The cheers died away as the Yale Goliath poised himself for the effort.
He crouched, and then the heavy iron sailed through the air and fell
with a thud to the ground.

The tape was quickly drawn, and then the score went up.

Forty-two feet and three inches!

Once more Yale let herself loose, and it seemed that the roof must
crack.

Hickok quietly declined to take the two remaining trials open to him. He
was the last man on the list, and Yale had won. The hammer-throwing was
to follow, and he was entered for the contest.

In the hammer-throwing contest Yale had another opportunity to yell, for
Hickok was again the winner over all others, making a record of one
hundred and twenty-three feet and nine inches.

The contests followed each other in swift succession, and Yale more than
held her own. There was no reason why the wearers of the blue should
not be jubilant.

At last, the races came on. Up in the Flemming box were three lads who
were anxiously awaiting the announcement of the one-mile run.

Despite the triumph which he felt, Fred Flemming betrayed a sort of
hilarious nervousness as he chatted with his sisters and his friends.

Watching Fred closely, Tom Thornton saw that he was under a strain. And
again Thornton wondered what had become of Frank Merriwell.

Princeton won one of the shorter races, and Harvard won another. In each
of these a Yale man was second.

"If Mr. Merriwell had contented himself with being less ambitious, he
might be here to-night," said Flemming, in an aside to his college
comrades.

Emery and Thornton exchanged glances. There was a significance about
such language that could not be misunderstood. Thornton shivered a bit,
and, unconsciously, drew back from Flemming.

The excitement of the evening was at its highest pitch thus far. The
contestants for yet another race were getting into position, and, in
another moment, they were off like a pack of greyhounds.

This time a Yale man carried his colors to victory, and the "Sons of Old
Eli" yelled their approval and delight. Yale was doing nobly. This night
she was making a record for herself that would be remembered.

But now came the greatest race of all--the mile run. Preparations were
made for it, and feverish anticipation swayed the great multitude.

Fred Flemming was literally quivering as he leaned over the rail of the
box.

"Let's give Yatsie a great send-off!" he exclaimed. "They are coming