"As matters stand,
you can't skate."
Randolph's eyes brightened. Confident as he professed to
feel, he knew that his chances of success would be greatly
increased by Luke's withdrawal from the list.
"The prize is yours now," whispered Tom.
"It was before," answered Randolph, conceitedly.
Poor Luke looked disappointed. He knew that he had at least an
even chance of winning, and he wanted the watch. Several of his
friends of his own age had watches, either silver or Waterbury,
and this seemed, in his circumstances, the only chance of
securing one. Now he was apparently barred out.
"It's a pity you shouldn't skate, Luke," said Mr. Hooper, in
a tone of sympathy. "You are one of the best skaters, and had
an excellent chance of winning the prize. Is there any boy
willing to lend Luke his skates?"
"I will," said Frank Acken.
"My dear boy," said the teacher, "you forget that your feet
are several sizes smaller than Luke's."
"I didn't think of that," replied Frank, who was only twelve
years old.
"You may use my skates, Luke," said Linton Tomkins.
"I think they will fit you."
Linton was only thirteen, but he was unusually large for his age.
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