"Hop in," commanded the doctor, not stopping his engine. "You ought to go to see the stunts at the athletic meet. It's Field Day."
Henry did not wish to delay the doctor, so he "hopped in."
"Can't go myself," said Dr, McAllister. "I'll just drop you at the grounds. There's no charge for admittance. You just watch all the events and report to me who wins."
Henry tried to explain to his friend that he ought to be working, but there was actually no time. And when he found himself seated on the bleachers and the stunts began, he forgot everything in the world except the exciting events before his eyes.
Henry had no pencil, but he had an excellent memory. He repeated over and over, the name of each winner as it appeared on the huge signboard.
It was nearly eleven o'clock when the free-for-all running race was announced.
"What do they mean—free-for-all?" asked Henry of a small boy at his side.
"Why, just anybody," explained the boy, curiously. "Didn't you ever see one? Didn't you see the one last year?"
