five o'clock
If Bull Fosgill could beat Tanner with the shot we were it . That 's the way we had the situation sized up , but of course things do n't happen just as expected ; they seldom do in athletics . Some of the firsts we had claimed went glimmering and we took in seconds and thirds where we had n't expected them . But the final result was just about what we had figured it , and along toward five o'clock the meet depended on the outcome of one event , and that event was the shot put . To be sure , they were still fussing with the pole vault , but we were certain of first and third places and so could discount that . By some freak of fortune I had managed to qualify with a put of thirty-eight , one and a half . There were four of us in the finals , Fosgill , Tanner and Burt of the enemy , and I. Of course Patsy was there , and he worked like a Trojan .