Perry and waved to him, and Perry forced his way

through the throng just as Guy Felker reached up and placed the purple pennant in Fudge's hand.

"W-w-w-what's this?" stammered Fudge.

"It's yours, Fudge!" shouted Guy. "You've won the meet and you get the pennant!"

"B-b-but I d-d-didn't w-w-win this, d-d-did I?" gasped Fudge.

"You bet!"

"W-w-well, but wh-wh-why?"

"Because we needed three points to win the meet, you old idiot," laughed Guy, "and you got them for us!"

"And," supplemented a voice that sounded like Curtis Wayland's, "for numerous other reasons!"

And Fudge, borne forward again, waving the purple pennant high in air, had the grace to blush.