"Both of us beat Ben Hurdy hollow, and that's all I wanted to do."
"Oh, there's no moss growing on Moss," cried Tom, and this brought out another laugh.
The next contest to come off was the high jump, for which Dick had entered, along with Fender, Rockley, and four others, including Hans Mueller. What had possessed the German boy to enter was beyond finding out, for he could scarcely jump at all. Yet many, for the fun of it, told him they thought he would surely win.
"Oh, you'll outjump everybody," said Sam. "None of 'em will come anywhere near you."
"Dot's it! Dot's it!" cried Hans excitedly. "I vos chump so high like nefer vos, ain't it?"
A lad named Lemon was the first to go over the bar, at a height of four feet and two inches. Another cadet followed, going him two inches better.
"Now, Hans, see what you can do," said Major Larry.
"Vos it mine turn to chump?"
"Yes. Are you ready?"
"Sure I vos."
"How high up shall they place the stick?"
"Apout like dot," and Hans pointed to the top of his head.
