ot 31/2. Both of them mulled the first--but Barnworth
cleared easily second shot. We fancied Wake would too, but he missed
both his other chances, and so got out of it. Awfully good jump this
for a Fifth-form chap.

"Barnworth pulled himself together after that, and cleared the 5 foot 31/2
and 5 foot 4 first go. Then came the tug. The bar went up to 5 41/2,
Smedley's jump, and you might have heard a fly cough. We were pretty
nervous, I can tell you, and it would have done you good to see Violet
standing up and holding her breath. Barnworth was the only chap that
didn't seem flurried. Smedley and Marky both looked blue, and poor
Froggy looked as if he was going to blubber.

"My wig! Daisy, if you'd heard the yell when the beggar cleared the bar
first shot! Dig and I went mad; and somebody had to clout us on the
head before we could take it in that the fun wasn't over. Of course it
was not. _Pas un morceau de il_--we'd tied them; but we'd still to lick
them.

"`Bravo, Barnworth,' yells Violet. `Go it, old kangaroo,' howls Dig.
`Take your time and tuck in that shoe-lace,' says Marky. `A million to
one on our man,' says I; and then up goes the bar to 5 foot 5; and then
you could have heard a caterpillar wink. Old Barnworth looked a little
green himself this time; and didn't seem in a hurry to begin. He muffed
his first jump, and we all thought the game was up. But no! The beggar
hopped over second time as easily as I could hop 3 feet. My word, it
was a hop! Dig stood on his head and I could have done so too, only
Violet was looking. She was no end glad. _Elle est une brique et une
demie_! So's Smedley; for though it was his jump was beaten, he cheered
as loud as anybody. I forgive him the licking he gave me last term.
Marky made a regular ass of himself, he was so pleased. Every one
wanted Barnworth to go on, but he wouldn't, as he had a race to come on.

"Then came the Shell hurdles, 120 yards, ten flights. Dig and I were
in, and had to beat 191/2 seconds. I felt jolly miserable, I can tell
you, at the start, and that ass Dig made it all the worse by fooling
about just to show off, and making believe to spar at me, when he was
shaking in his shoes all the time; Marky wasn't much better, for he came
and said, `You'll have to run your very best to win it.' As if we
didn't know that! He don't deserve a testimonial for doing a thing like
that. Next that ass Smedley went and made up to Violet ju