Under a railroad trestle and down a rutty stretch of frost-baked road near Van Cortlandt Park, the Bronx, loped a slender runner in a crimson jersey. He crested a hill and the autumn wind reached for him, baffling his breath like a hand laid over his mouth; he twisted his head to look for a rangy man who had been running at his side. For about half an hour these two, accompanied by 106 other runners from various eastern colleges, had been racing against each other over a six-mile trail for the hill-and-dale intercollegiate...
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