“That’s right,” admitted Necker. “I thought I had it easy. I might have tried again.” Frank congratulated Morgan. “You came in like a dark horse, Dade,” he smiled. “I was rooting for you inside when you came up to the mark. Necker’s chest has collapsed a great deal. He’s a great jumper, but it doesn’t do for such fellows to get too chesty. It ruins them every time.” Morgan was delighted with himself. “I owe it all to you, Merry,” he said. “Remember when you found me in that bum hotel on the Bowery?” “Yes.” “I was pretty near all in then. Never expected to be much of an athlete after that. You took hold of me and straightened me out. I won’t forget it.” “Do. It’s what any friend would do for another.” “Oh, some day I’ll get even with you!” threatened Dade, with a smile. In a short time everything was ready for the high jump. The first man made five feet and ten inches on three trials. The second man could not clear the bar at five feet eight. Morgan was third on the list this time. He was cheered as he squared away for the start. He had the bar placed at five feet ten. Over it he went, drawing his feet well under him and flinging them round sideways. “This man wins the high jump, too!” hissed Frost. “That is better than it would be to have Merriwell win,” said Manton. “Not much better.” “But some.” Dade had the bar moved up to six feet. Then he went at it, but barely touched it with his heel as he went over, which displaced it. “Ha!” cried Manton. “That’s too high for him!” Morgan walked back to the starting point. He signaled for the bar to be placed the same as before. When it was up he seemed to hesitate. He paused a few seconds, then settled himself and started. Up, up he went. As he reached the highest points he gave a twisting movement of his body and flung his feet sideways over the bar, coming down without grazing it. “Six feet for Morgan,” announced a judge. “’Rah for Morgan!” whooped an enthusiast. “He’s the real hot stuff!” “I believe Necker can beat that,” said Manton. “It’s great jumping; but Necker is keyed up now, and he’ll stretch himself for all he is worth.” Necker was seventh on the list. When his turn came no one had reached Morgan’s mark. Could he do it? He had the bar set at five feet ten for the first trial. Over it he went. “Why, that was easy!” exclaimed Manton. “He can go higher than that, all right!” “I believe he can,” nodded Frost hopefully. “Morgan is a better jumper than Merriwell. There is no danger from Merriwell if Necker can defeat Morgan.” The bar was next placed at six feet. “Go it, Necker!” cried some one in the stand. “You can do it, old man!” He did do it, although the least fraction of an inch was to spare as he passed over the bar. Morgan was tied. “Put it up an inch and a half,” said Necker quietly. Hodge heard him in the stand. “He can’t make another inch,” he said. “He barely cleared the bar at six feet. He’ll dislodge it this time.”