John Brown

's green acres. It cleans the lungs, refreshes the brain, and gives one a zest for the things that matter. I am no marvel at the business, yet in pitting one's strength against a fellow-man i

other company. And, strange to say, when we all turned out in running attire, we found Ginger, Nobby, and Tosher already there. There was a suspic

be in my way. They're so

no puffing, no exertion, no ungainly slithering on the other side. Just a leap and over. I am quite sure that two hundred Hun cadets could not have done so well. Then we reached the open, the crowd spread out, and the stragglers were more easily marked. These were the elderly men, but right merrily they did their best. They wanted to win. Wasn't that a perfect spirit? And isn't it the basis of our true nature? We may love to be top-dog, but we

h all his faults, Beefy was a sportsman, and if there was one man consumed with the craving for victory, it was he. I saw a long figure slogging steadily by his side. The style caught my fancy, so I pushed on, and found it

and my nerves were all out. This was unwise, but I didn't want Tosher to head me off. On reaching a wood I looked back. He was j

t, old boy?'

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t and I'll get

ff his running-shirt, soaked them, came

o on now, Tosher.

I reckon I'l

n. I'll mana

k and carried through the ranks of the grinning s

feel a