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Updated: May 21, 2025
John was close beside him ten seconds before John, who is a sprinter from athletic education, and who could have distanced the professor with only half an effort had he wished, but who moderated his speed to conform with that of his less favored friend. The shouts have continued all this while, proving that the citizens of Valetta have steadfastly pursued them with some dark purpose in view.
Toes and fingers dug into the earth like a sprinter awaiting the starting pistol. He drew a long breath. Then of a sudden, straight over the now useless blind, unexpected, startling as a thunderclap out of a cloudless sky, directly toward the nearest bird bounded a tall brown figure, silent as a phantom.
In my junior year I was the champion intercollegiate sprinter of the Pacific coast, but I have done a fifty with Bothwell for no less a stake than my life, and not gained two feet on the man. At sight of his cousin he bowed ironically, with the most genial of mocking smiles. To that smile I despair of doing justice.
Now I saw the incredible wonder I had heard of a good runner can outrun a Lynx. Preble was a sprinter, and before the timber 200 yards off was reached that Lynx was headed and turned; and Preble and Billy were driving him back into my studio. He made several dashes to escape, but was out-manoeuvred and driven onto the far point, where he was really between the devils and the deep sea.
The crack of the ball, as well as Worry's yell, told Ken what had happened. Besides, he could see, and as the ball lined away for the fence, and the sprinter leaped into action, Ken jumped up and screamed: "Oh, Reddy, it's over over! No! Run! Run! Oh-h-h!" In the shrill, piercing strife of sound Ken's scream seemed only a breath at his ears.
I didn't know he was such a sprinter, but we trailed along behind, roaring like lions and snarling like tigers and yip-yapping like hyenas and barking like timber wolves, and we couldn't see dad for the dust, on that moonlight night.
Hall toed the mark and at the word was off with the form of a sprinter. Saxon's heart sank. She knew Billy had never crossed the stretch of sand at that speed. Billy darted forward thirty seconds later, and reached the foot of the rock when Hall was half way up. When both were on top and racing from notch to notch, the Iron Man announced that they had scaled the wall in the same time to a second.
They seemed to be going with half the effort and less than half the speed, and yet, strangely, they very nearly kept up with the sprinter until their riders took them back to the eager, prancing walk. Marianne's eyes sparkled but the little exhibition told a different story to old Corson. He snorted with pleasure. "Maybe you seen that, Miss Jordan?
"I'll have you killed when they get here with the guns!" cried Gage hoarsely. Tom continued to punish his opponent. Then Dolph, on regaining his feet, sought to run. Tom let him go a few steps, then bounded after him with the speed of the sprinter. Gage was caught by the shoulders, swung squarely around, and soundly pummelled. "Let up! Let up!" begged Gage. "I'm beaten. I admit it."
"Jean's friend Covington can go the distance in nine and four-fifths seconds. He's a real sprinter. I think this fellow is a joke." "Indeed he is not! If Mr. Covington can run as fast as that, Mr. Speed can run faster. He told me so." "Oh!" Fresno looked at her curiously. "The world's record is nine and three-fifths; that's the limit of human endurance."
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