Cinder Path Tales

126 CINDER-PATH TALES myself, andtogether we lifted and placed it on the soft turf inside the track. We were surrounded by a crowd of contestants and track officials, but a cry, followed by a com­ motion in the grandstand, drewtheir atten­ tion, and we were left alone. So fullof agony was the cry, thatI looked up myself, and was just in time to see the statuesque Mollie throw up her hands and fall back in a dead faint. Yes, blondes have hearts, after all. We were not much troubled by the crowd, for they thought it was only a man " run out," and that he would be all right in a minute or two, and walk off as well as ever. Alas ! I knew better; it wasbad case, and I could find little sign of life in the limp body. We made an effort to revive him, but Tom could not get a drop fromhis flask through the clenched teeth, andone side of the face was bleeding, where it had slid over thecin­ ders, The crowd was coming back, the spec­ tators were beginning to notice us, so I told Tom to take the legs, and I took the head an shoulders, and we started for the dressing- rooms, A pathetically light weight was it, and I was heart-sick, for, though one hand was over the heart,I could feel no motion through the