human
Twenty-three feet, one-half inch, he sang out.
gpt
Well, maybe we have a chance for that jump yet. Good boy, Armstrong.
human
Now, we'll take the hurdle away, but you must _think_ it is there, continued the coach.
gpt
Have it in your mind as you come up to the block that you are going away above the imaginary mark. Jumping is a matter of brains as much as of legs. Try it without the hurdle.
human
That's the stuff, Armstrong, said Trainer Black.
gpt
You may throw a scare into these Englishmen if you keep up that gait.
human
Who is that man coaching me?
gpt
That, didn't you know? That's Princewell, an intercollegiate champion of ours a few years back, one of the best in the business in his day.
human
He certainly knew what was the matter with me, said Frank, almost beside himself with happiness.
gpt
I'd give a leg to beat Vare.
human
I don't expect that, said Black,
gpt
I don't want you to put on jumping shoes again before Saturday.
human
But I need the practice, Frank remonstrated,
gpt
I'm just getting the knack.
human
Forget it, said the trainer,
gpt
If I could only keep at it, I'd get the trick back. I had it yesterday and I've lost it to-day.
human
Keep off my feet, grumbled Frank that night to Gleason.
gpt
Rest and keep off my feet. I wonder if he intends to have me keep my bed.
human
O, you're too nervous, that's all. A little country air would be good for you. Say, by Jove, I've got an idea, rest, recreation, off your feet, on the job and all that.
gpt
Open up, my son.
human
It's this. Let's hire a motor and see some of this blooming country. I don't suppose they object to your exercising your eyes.
gpt
I'm with you if the captain hasn't any objection. We've been sticking pretty closely around here.
human
It's a monumental idea and worthy of a great brain like mine.
gpt
And how about the motor? I'm not a bloated bondholder like you, but I'll go my halves.
human
Oh, run away. I've been aching to find an excuse to spend some money round here. I know where I can get a little pippin of a machine for ten shillings the hour. Ten shillings are $2.50 our money and cheap when it includes a dinky little chauffeur with a uniform. Watch me produce! And away the Codfish dashed down the street. In twenty minutes he was back with a snappy little, high-powered runabout painted a flaming red color.
gpt
Couldn't get a blue one,