At one side was a double stand, part of which faced the track and part the field. The seats were uncovered. The early events of the day were to take place on the track, and, therefore, the portion of the stand fronting the field was unoccupied, while the other section had begun to fill up. A remarkable number of girls and young ladies were there. They were dressed in summer garments and added color and beauty to the scene. Frank and Bart entered the stand just as the starter’s pistol barked and sent off fourteen clean-limbed young chaps for the mile run. The day’s events were begun. The run proved to be an interesting affair, three of the runners fighting for victory right up to the last foot of the finish. One represented Eagle Heights, and he strove as if his life depended on it to start the day with a victory for the club. But Martin Sayers, of the Knickerbocker A.A., won by not more than a yard, although he fell over a moment after he breasted the tape. The mile run was followed by a bicycle race, which was won by George Branch, greatly to the satisfaction of all Eagle Heights. Then came the eight-hundred-and-eighty-yards run, and this was won by a man from the Bison A.A., of Buffalo. Dade Morgan found Frank in the stand. “See here, Merry,” he said, “I’ve just learned something that may interest you. Young Grafter has bet a thousand dollars that you will win the pole vault this afternoon. Hobart Manton is the man he’s betting with.” Frank frowned. “It might teach Grafter a lesson if he lost,” he said. Morgan gasped. “What?” he cried. “You don’t mean that you’ll let Denton Frost defeat you?” “Frost is not the only other man in the pole vaulting.” “But he’s reckoned as a sure winner, cutting you out. That tough, Manton, seems to believe he is, anyhow. I don’t understand why he should be so positive. Watch out for treachery, Merry.” “I don’t see what can be done to spoil my chances in the pole vaulting.” “Fellows like Manton will resort to anything. I want to see him lose his money. It will hurt him. He has taken advantage of your generosity in keeping still about the fight, and now he’s blowing that you are a faker.” “That was his first claim when I appeared here. I fancied I had taught him something different.” “He’s your bitter enemy. I feel that he will try to injure you before the day is done. Watch out.” CHAPTER X. THE HIGH JUMP. The events of the forenoon left Eagle Heights five points in the lead of any other club, and there was rejoicing at the clubhouse during the interval of intermission at midday. The first contest of the afternoon was jumping. Merriwell came out in a suit with a large, white M on his breast. The letter stood for his club, but Frost and Manton, who were with the judges, commented on it and declared it marked Frank’s egotism.