It is some magazine now."
"I should say it was. Jack will write something good I know, and I
want to see him win the prize."
"So do I, Art, as I told you before," replied Percival heartily.
Percival let it be known to Jack that he was trying for the prize
and this, instead of making the boy feel envious, as some would have
done, encouraged him and caused him to put forth his best efforts.
"I hear that you are going to compete for the poetic prize, Dick,"
he said to his friend. "That's fine. I hope you will get it.
You used to do a lot of good things, and I don't see why you should
not do them still. I'd like to see you get it, Dick."
Dick chuckled over this to Harry and Arthur and Billy, and said:
"Jack is putting his best foot forward, as I hoped he would. He
thinks that I will beat him, and so he is doing his best. That's
just what I wanted, and I hope he will win the pennant."
"H'm! you talk as if this was a baseball series," laughed Billy.
"Well, you know what I mean anyhow," returned Dick.
The boys put in their poems and the blank sealed envelopes containing
their names and the titles of their productions, the envelopes not to
be opened till after the prizes were given.
The doctor had all the manuscripts in his study, and was to go over
them with the professors, the majority to decide which was the best.
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