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demanded the Slogger insolently , `` do you think you 're going to compete ? '' `` Danged right I am , if the judges will let me , '' answered Denver shoving resolutely past ; and at sight of their lost champion the committee brightened up , though they glanced at each other anxiously . But what they wanted was a contest , something that would bring out the crowd and make the great day a success , and they waited upon Denver expectantly . `` Well , here 's where you get left then , '' spoke up Meacham with a sneer , `` the entries were closed at noon . '' `` Oh , hell ! '' cursed Denver and was turning to go when the chairman called him back . `` Just a minute , '' he said , `` did n't you send in your entry ?