He passed the back of one hand heavily across his staring eyes and broke away. At the fence he staggered again and fell against it. Wilma came up to him, there. "Bunny, they've drugged you, you're sick! The little boy told me!" He turned to her his drawn face. For a tiny instant a look of intelligence came back into his eyes. "You!" he muttered. "Drug!" And with a plaintive little cry he sank to his knees. Some one brushed by her and seized him. Things, for the second time that afternoon, swam before her eyes and she moved away unsteadily. When next she looked she saw him alone, running up the track and swerving from side to side like a drunken man. The crowd seemed to understand that a tragedy was being acted there upon the course. There was no cheering. It was as though the throng held its breath--waiting. Wilma steadied herself at the fence. She saw the gaunt figure crouch in the line of the runners. She saw the pistol raised and heard the sharp report. The tension under which the crowd had momentarily lived, was relieved by that and a cry was raised that rang in her ears for hours. She saw the line coming; advancing toward her, swiftly, surely, but more clearly than she saw the others, she saw the tall figure of Bunny at the end. His face, uplifted, was like a demon's face. His lips were tight drawn and showed his teeth and--_his eyes were shut!_ On he came in advance of all the rest, plunging, swerving. Five more strides! She closed her eyes, and when she opened them it was to see him throw up his arms and fall headlong across the line. He lay there motionless. The other runners passed him, and the crowd broke into the track and she saw no more. In the judges' stand the megaphone man waited. How she got there, whether she was carried, walked naturally, or flew, she could never tell, but of a sudden, as it seemed, Wilma discovered that she was in the grand stand again, clinging to a post at the top of the stairs, while beside her hovered Willie Trigger. She heard the bellow of the megaphone man: "Last heat, one hundred yards! Winning time nine and four-fifths seconds, breaking the Intercollegiate record! Winner----" The crowd knew the winner and did not wait. Her fingers relaxed in the palms of her hands. A tremor passed over her. She looked down, breathing hard. "Oh, you darling!" she cried, and Willie Trigger, who had not really understood at all, hung his head in mute embarrassment. VI