CHAPTER V
LOOKING OVER THE COURSE
"One thing sure, Fred, we couldn"t have a better day for taking a spin over the ground, and finding out what we"ll be up against on the great day."
"Yes, we"re in luck that far, Bristles. The only thing I"m sorry about is that Sid couldn"t come along. What was it he told you, when you ran across him early this Sat.u.r.day morning in Bramley"s sporting goods store?"
"Why, you see," continued Bristles, as he trotted easily alongside his friend, for they were in their running togs, and out upon the country road at the time, "when I went to look over my outfit, I found my shoes were partly worn, and that I needed a new pair. I"d been looking at some cross-country running shoes Bramley got in last week, and liked their style. They have a low broad heel, and spikes only in the sole. Feel as easy as anything I"ve ever worn, and don"t seem to rub my heels like the old ones always did."
"You"re getting there, Bristles; keep going right along," laughed Fred, because the other had a reputation for being what boys call "long winded." It sometimes took him double the time to tell a story that any other fellow would have consumed.
"Oh! I was only going to say Sid was in there doing something, and he asked me to tell you to excuse him on our trial spin to-day, as his father had laid out a little trip for him. Sid looked mighty disappointed, I could see. He"d like to be along, for even if this run of ours is only to spy out the land, it may count big."
"Well, we may have another chance to go over the route, after we know just what the committee has mapped out," said Fred.
"This is only guess work on our part, of course," continued the other, "but then everybody seems to think that it"s bound to be the course chosen in the end."
"Yes," Fred added, reflectively, "because it offers a great variety of country---level roads, then trails through the woods, crossing creeks, and after that a stretch over country roads made up of soft dirt."
"Of course they"ll have stations all along the route, as usual?" ventured Bristles.
"No question about it," Fred told him. "That"s done so every runner may register in his own handwriting, and mark down the time he stopped at each station. In such a way the committee will have a complete record of what every contestant did, and there can be no suspicion of cheating."
"Whew! you don"t think any fellow would be so small and mean as to try a thing like that, do you, Fred?"
"I"d hate to think so," returned the other, "but this is done in order that no one may even be suspected by outsiders. It"s what you might call an insurance against any rank work."
"How could a runner cheat, tell me?" asked Bristles.
"Well," replied Fred, "there"s likely to be one or more places where he could cut across lots and never show up at some advanced station at all.
In that way he"d be saved a mile or two of the gruelling run, and that might be enough to give him a big lead on the home stretch."
"Then I only hope they have every kind of safeguard against cheating, that can be used," declared Bristles, indignantly, "because for one I"d die before I"d try to win a thing by trickery."
"I reckon everyone knows that, Bristles," Fred told him, "because there never was a boy with a straighter record than you. You"ve got faults, as who hasn"t, but being sly and tricky, like Buck Lemington, isn"t one of them."
"I hear the scheme has created no end of excitement over at Mechanicsburg," Bristles hastened to say, turning a little red though with pleasure, at those words of confidence which Fred gave him.
"And at Paulding I"m told the whole town is on edge, with boys in running togs spinning along every country lane, in pairs or singly," Fred observed.
"Well," the boy with the mop of bristly hair went on to say, "once again will good old Riverport have to hustle for all that"s going, to hold her own at the head of the procession."
"We mustn"t expect too much," said Fred, modestly. "Up to now we"ve been pretty lucky to pull down the plums, but there may come a change any day, and we"ve got to show that we can stand defeat just as well as victory."
"They"ve got some good long distance runners over there in the mill town," Bristles remarked, seriously.
"Equal to anything we can show, I should say, and it"s going to take a head, as well as flying feet, to beat them at the game, Bristles."
"Of course," added Fred"s companion, "none of us have ever gone as much as twenty-five miles in a single run, so we don"t know what we can do, but, for that matter, I don"t believe a Mechanicsburg or Paulding fellow has, either."
"But we mean to cover the course in a trial run before the great day comes, you know," Fred told him. "I"m laying great store on one fellow we"ve got."
"Of course you mean long-legged Colon, Fred?"
"Yes," replied Fred, "our fastest sprinter, a fellow who can hump himself like a grayhound or a kangaroo in action, and cover more ground at the finish than anybody I ever saw."
"But the most Colon"s ever gone is ten miles," remarked Bristles, "and we don"t know what his staying qualities are. He may give out before fifteen miles have been covered. If anybody asked me, I"d say we had more chance with a husky fellow like you, for instance, who never has been known to get tired, and can use his head as well as his heels."
"Then there"s Sid and Brad," remarked Fred, hastily, "who have made up their minds to be in the line when the signal is given; both of them are known to be stayers. Of course I"ll do my level best, but I hope none of you pin your faith to a single runner. A little team work, or strategy, sometimes helps out in cases of this kind."
"How can that be, when everyone has to run for himself, until hopelessly distanced, if I read the rules straight?" asked Bristles.
"Only in this way," replied Fred. "If there are three entered from a school, one of them might take the lead, and set the pace for a while.
When he had covered, say a third of the distance, he would fall back, and a second forge to the front, leaving the last fellow to cover the home stretch. It"s been done in other races, though I believe some people frown on it. Still, there"s no ban on the practice."
"Why, no, this is a race between rival schools," said Bristles, "and every fellow is supposed to be willing to sacrifice individual chances for the good of the lot, just as team-work pays in baseball or anything else."
"Well, let"s cut out the talk for a while, and put on more steam,"
advised Fred. "Here"s a good chance for a spurt, down the grade, and then along two miles of level road."
"Go you, Fred!"
The two runners went flying along like the wind until they had reached the foot of a steep hill, which it would be folly to attempt to climb at more than a walk. Once beyond this, a fine stretch of country opened before them, with farms and woodland on every side.
Fred had a pretty fair map of the region, which he had made from picking up information on every side. One of his motives in making this tour on Sat.u.r.day morning, was to verify its truth. Once the route of the Marathon race had been issued, all those who expected to compete would have the privilege of going over the ground as often as they pleased. If any fellow were smart enough to discover how he could cut off a hundred yards or two, and yet report at every station, he was at liberty to do so.
A knowledge of the course often counts heavily in a Marathon race, as it does in many other things. That is why most baseball clubs play better on their home grounds, where they know the lay of the land, the presence of treacherous little hillocks, the usual slant of the wind, the value of sending their b.a.l.l.s toward a certain fence where home-runs count heavily, and all that sort of thing.
Five miles farther on, and the boys had come to a place where Fred, on consulting his map, observed:
"The road runs away around, and by cutting across the woods here as much as two miles can be saved. I understand that the contestants will have that privilege offered to them if they choose to take it.
"Why, of course everybody will grab the chance," remarked Bristles.
"I"m not so sure about that," he was told by his companion, "and for this reason: while the shortcut saves considerable distance, it"s bound to be harder going, and some runners might even get lost in the undergrowth, so they"d be cut out of the race."
"Gee! I never thought of that, Fred; but you"re right."
"Then if they have a hard time breaking through," continued Fred, "and finding the other road above the registering station, they may be winded, so that the other fellow who"s gone all the way around would be in much better shape for a gruelling finish."
"It all depends, then, on knowing your ground?" pursued Bristles.
"And that"s what we want to make sure of as we go through the woods here right now," continued Fred. "Both of us must take our bearings from certain trees as we push along. If we strike a trail that leads to the right quarter, we"ll manage to blaze it in some fashion that other fellows would never notice, though we can put our own crowd wise to the signs.