CHAPTER XXV
WINNING THE CONTESTS
Powell was again the first to throw the ham mer and this time it went two feet beyond his first mark.
"Good for you, Songbird!" said Tom. "I wish you had made it a yard."
Jackson came up with a scowling face. He did his best, but this time fell behind Powell by four inches.
"You ought to have stuck to the other hammer, Jackson," laughed the youth who composed songs.
"Don't you throw that up to me!" whispered Jackson fiercely.
"If you do I'll hammer you for it."
"Is that meant for a pun, Jackson?"
"No, it ain't. I won't stand being slurred. I'll pound you good."
"With the hammer?"
"No, with my fists."
"Really? Well, you'll have to spell able first."
Tom came next, as before, and now the ham-
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