The day of the games came, and with it a drenching rain, making the track heavy and everybody uncomfortable.  But as the inter-collegiates were the next week, it was almost impossible to postpone the games, and consequently it was decided to run them off.  As the contest progressed, it developed that the issue would hang on the two-mile event, and interest grew intense.  When the call for starters came, Dennis felt the usual trepidation of a man who is before the public for the first time in a really important position.  But the feeling did not last long, and by the time he went to his mark he had made up his mind that that Harvard runner should go the mile and a half fast at any rate, or else be a long way behind.

At the crack of the pistol the six men went off, and, according to orders, during the first mile Early and Dennis set the pace well up.  Richards, the Harvard man, let them open up a gap on him in the first half-mile, and, being more or less bothered by the conditions of the wet track, he seemed uncertain whether the Yale runners were setting the pace too high or not, and in the second half commenced to move up.  In doing this his team mates gradually fell back until they were out of it, and the order was Dennis, Early, Richards, and Lang.  At the beginning of the second mile, Early, whose duty it was to have gone up and helped Dennis make the pace at the third half-mile, had manifestly had enough of it, and, after two or three desperate struggles to keep up, was passed by Richards.  When, therefore, they came to the mile and a half, Dennis was leading Richards by some fifteen yards, and those who knew the game expected to see the Harvard man try to overtake Dennis, and in so doing exhaust himself, so that Lang, who was running easily in the rear, could come up and in the last quarter finish out strong.  Dennis, too, was expecting to hear the Harvard man come up with him pretty soon, and knew that this would be the signal for him to make his dying effort in behalf of his comrade, Lang.  As they straightened out into the back stretch Richards did quicken up somewhat, and Dennis let himself out.  In fact, he did this so well that as they entered upon the last quarter Richards had not decreased the distance, and indeed it had opened up a little wider.  But where was Lang?  Dennis was beginning to expect one or the other of these two men to come up, and, as he turned into the back stretch for the last time, it began to dawn upon him, as it was dawning upon the crowd, that the pace had been too hot for Lang, and, moreover, that Yale’s chance depended on the despised Dennis, and that the Harvard runner was finding it a big contract to overhaul the sturdy pounder on the wet track.  But Richards was game, and commenced to cut the gap down.  As they turned into the straight, he was within eight yards of Dennis.  But Dennis knew it, and he ran as he had never run before.  He could fairly feel the springing tread of Richards behind him, and knew it was coming nearer every second.  But into the straight they came, and the crowd sprang to its feet with wild yells for Dennis.  Twenty yards from home Richards, who had picked up all but two yards of the lead, began to stagger and waver, while Dennis hung to it true and steady, and breasted the tape three yards in advance, winning his “Y” at last!