"It's no use, I can't shine when that chap is around!" exclaimed Danny, with attempted seriousness. "He has an answer for all my conundrums." "That makes me think of one for you," piped Bink, who was now perched on the back of a high chair, like a monkey. "Why is a duel a quick affair?" "Answer it yourself. I'll never tell." "Well, a duel is a quick affair because it takes only two seconds to arrange it." "There won't be a duel in this case," grunted Browning; "but there'll be a cold-blooded murder if you kids keep on. I'll assassinate you both!" Frank laughed. "Oh, let them go it, Bruce," he said. "It seems to amuse them, and it doesn't harm anybody else." "I think Browning is right about Yates," declared Diamond. "He is not the proper man to represent Yale in that race." "Whom would you suggest?" asked Frank. "Frank Merriwell, by all means." "Now that is folly!" said Merriwell, seriously. "I fail to see why it is folly," cried Browning. "You are the man I have had in my mind all along." "But I have no record." "To the winds with your records! What we want is a man who can run. He'll make a record." "Why do you think I can run?" "I have seen you run, and I have heard the fellows tell about your speed. That is enough in your case." Frank shook his head. "It is not enough," he contradicted. "I know I have a record as a base runner in a ball game, but the best base runners are not always able to make good showings in races. Besides that, base running is dash work, and this is a case of running a mile. There is a vast difference." "That's all right," spluttered Harry, quickly. "You can mun a rile--I mean run a mile with the best of 'em. I've seen you on a long run." "When was that?" "When we had that turkey chase. You led us all, and it didn't bother you a bit. Then, after you made the run out into the country and back, Pierson got after you before you could get to our rooms. You ran away from him, and held on to the turkey. That settled in Pierson's mind that you could hustle along all right, and it had something to do with his giving you a place for a trial on the ball team." "That is true," Frank was forced to confess. "Have you ever been in any races?" asked Diamond. "Oh, I took part in some races when I was at Fardale Academy." "What did you do in them?" "I believe I won, but you must remember that I had no such rivals to go against as will be found at the tournament." "And you were in no such condition as you are now. Is that right?" Frank was forced to confess that it was. Then Browning tried to pin Frank down and make him answer the question whether he did not have confidence enough in himself to believe he could race Duncan Yates for a mile. "Of course I could race him," smiled Frank, "but the matter of winning is another question."