"Piano lessons. Why would he have an office?"
"Search me. But we'll find out. We'll put 'Young Sleuth' on his trail. Maybe there's a mystery about him. I'll drop around after practice tomorrow and we'll trail him down. Say, what about the Track Team? Thought you were going to join."
"I was. Only—oh, I got to thinking maybe I couldn't run very fast, after all."
"Piffle! We'll have another trial, then. I'll get Gordon to hold the watch at the start and I'll time you at the finish. What do you say? Want to try it to-morrow?"
"No, I'd feel like a fool," muttered Perry. "Maybe I'll register to-morrow, anyway. I dare say it won't do any harm even if I find I can't sprint much. What about you and putting the shot?"
"I'm going to try for it, I guess. Baseball's no good for me. They won't even give me a place on the Second, I suppose. Guess I'll talk to Felker about it to-morrow. You're silly if you don't have a try at it, Perry. You've got the making of a dandy sprinter; you mark my words!"
"If you'll register for the team, I will," said Perry.
"All right! It's a bargain!"
