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Copgright, 1910, by Harper & Brothers.) SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS, 4 CHAPTER IX. had gone to the cow- boys’ sleeping quarters in search of his employer, and \ ‘was upon the point of leav- ing when the delegation \ @le@ in. He regarded them with care- - leas contempt, and removed his clay Dipe to exclaim, cheerfully: a “B—z00 genis! Where's my pro- tege?” “I don't know. Where did you have fit last?” “I mean Speed, my trainin’ partner. @hat’s « French word.” “Oh! We just left him.” “Think I'll hunt him up.” “Wait a minute.” Willie came for- . “Let's talk.” “All right. We'll visit. Let her go, Brofessor.” “You've been handiin’ him for quite @ spell, haven't you?” Sure! It's my trainin’ that put 3m where he is. Ask him if it ain't.’ “Then he's a good athlete, {s he?” is he good? Huh!” Glass grunted expressively. ‘How fast can he do a hundred yards Larry yawned as if this conversa- tion bored him. “Oh—about—elght—seconds.” At this amazing declaration Willie Daused as if to thoroughly digest it. repeated the little course.” Berkeley Fresno, in the corner, 1 snickered audibly, at which the trains \ er scowled at him. ‘ “Think he can't do it, eh? Well, > he's there four ways from the ace. Seeing no evidence that his state- ment failed to carry conviction in other quarters at least, Glass went further. It was so easy to string these simple-minded people that could not resist the temptation. “Didn't you never hear about the Killin’ he made at Saratoga?” he queried. Willie started and his hand crept slowly backward along his be “Killin'! Is that his game?” “Now, get me right,” explained the former speaker. “He breaks trainin’ and goes up to Saratoga for a little rest. While he’s there he wins eight thousand dollars playin’ diabolo.’ “Playin’' what?” queried Stcver, “Diabolo! He backs himself, course.” Glass took an !maginary spool from his pocket, spun It by means of an imaginary string, then sent it nloft and pretended to catch it dexterously The cowboys watched him with grave, of uncomp: “He st and runs It up to eight thousand dollars, that’s all.” Stover uttered an exclamation of astonishment, whereupon the New Yorker grew even bolder. “The next week ne nops over to Bar Harbor and wins the Futurity Ping-pong stakes from scratch, That's worth twenty thousand if it's worth @ lead nickel. Oh, 1 guess he's there, all right!" He searched out a match and relighted his pipe. “LT suppose he's a great croquet- y% player too,” observed Fresno, whose to seo that kind of sport. Sawa 'don't care RotRIAE shout his skill at sleight-of-hand tricks,” | the man in spectacles, seriously. “And we wouldn't hold his croquet habi agin him. Some men drink, ble, some do worse; every man his weakness, and croquet may be bis. this: What wo want to know is can he win our phonograph?” jurest thing you know!” an “Then you vouch for him, do you? ‘Willie's 3 were bent upon the fat man with a look of searching gravity that warned Glass not to temporize. “with my life! exclaimed the ner. ORyoure on!" said the cowboy, with Unexpected grimness. a “What d’' you mean ‘Bat ey the other could explain, Berkeley Fresno, who had sunk weak- jy into a chair at Larry's extrava- t praise of tis rival, afforded a diversion, The tenor had_ leaned back, convulsed with enjoyment when, losing his balance, he came to the floor with a crash, The sudden sound brought a terrifying result, for with a startled cry the undersized cow-man leaped as if touched by a flame. ake ‘a flash of light he whirled and ised on his toes, his long, evil-look- ihe face vulture-like and flerce, Hi eyes glared through his spectacles, his livid features worked as if at the pound of his own death-call. His whole frame was tense; a galvanic current. had transformed him, His weapon darted toward the spot whence the noise had come, and he would have fired blindly had not Stover yelled “Don't shoot! Wille paused, ane the breath crept nto his lungs. iy done that?’ he asked, harshly, Bt “yought his lanky me up above the level of the table. “Gosh ‘Imighty! don't be so sudden, Willie!" he cried. “It was a accident.” But the gun man seemed uncon- vinced. With cat-like tread he stole cautiously to the door, and stared out into the sunlight; then, seeing nobody in sight, he replaced his weapon tn its resting place and sighed with relief. “[ thought it was the marshal from Waco,” he sald. “He'll never git me alive.” Stover addressed himself to Frenne, who had gone pale, and still prostrate where he had fallen, “Get up, Mr. Berkeley, but don't poe ote) ona make no more moves like that behind @ man's back, He most got you.” Fresno arose in a daze and mopped his brow, marmuring, weakly, “I—I didn't mean to.” Carara and Mr, Cloudy came out from cover whither they had fed at ‘Willie's first movement. “T dreamed about that feller agin Inst night,” apologized the little man. “I'm sort of nervous, and any sudden noise sets me off.” As for Glass, that corpulent Ind!- vidual had disappeared as if into thin air; only a stir in one of the bunks betrayed his hiding place. At the first sight of Willie's revolver he had dived for a refuge and was now flat- tened against the wall, a pillow pressed over his head to deaden the expected report. ‘Hey!" called the foreman, Glass did not hear him. “Seems to be gun-shy,” observed Willie gently. . Stover crossed to the bunk and Inld a hand upon the occupant, at which a convulsion ran through the trainer's soft body, and It became as rigid as if locked in death. ‘Come out, Mr. Glass, it’s all over.’ Larry muttered in a atified voice, “Go ‘way!’ “It was a mistake He opened his tig! hut Ids, rolled over and thrust forth a round, pallid face. He saw Stover laughing, and beheld the white teeth of Carara, the Mexican, who satd: “Perhaps the Senor is sleepy!” Finding himself the object of what seemed to him a particularly sense- less Joke, the New Yorker crept forth, his face suffused with anger. Strange- ly enough, he still retained the pipe in his fingers. are youse gu; but ys tryin’ to kid 2” he demand roughly. Now that no firearm was in sight, he was master of himself againg and seeing the cause of his undignified alarm leaning against the table, he stepped toward him threateningly. “If you try that again, young feller, I'll chip you on the jaw, and give you a long, dreamy nap." He thrust a short, square fist under Willie's nose, That scholarly gentleman straight- ened up, and edged his way to one side, Glass following aggressively. “You're a husky, ain't you?" said the little man, squinting ‘up at the red face abov: im. “Am 1” Glass snorted, “Take a good loo With deliberate menace he bumped violently into the other. It was with difficulty he could re- strain himself from crushing him. Stover gasped and retreated, while Carara crossed himself, then sidled back of a bunk. Mr. Cloudy stepped silently out through the open door and held his thumbs. “You start to kid me and I'll wal- lop you"—— “One moment!” figured suddenly. he had been a@ stoop-shouldered, short-sighted, insignificant person, more gentle mannered than a child, but in a flash he became a palpi- tating fury, an_evil atom surcharged with such terrific venom that his an- tagonist drew back involuntarily. “Don't you make no threat'nin’ moves in my direction, or you'll go East in an ice-bath!" He was panting as if the effort to hold himself in leash was almoat more than he cauld stand, “G'wan!” said Glass thickly. “You're deluded with the idea that the Constitution made all men equal, but it didn’t; {t was Mr. Colt.” With & movement quicker than light the speaker drew his gun for the second Willle was trans- An instant since time, and buried half the barrel in the New Yor! ‘a ribs. “Look out Glass barked the words, and undertook tc deflect the weapon with his band. “Let it alone or it'll go off!” Giass dropped his hand as if it had been turned, and stared down his bulging front with horrified, fas- cinated eyes. “Now, liste: tood for you as long as we ¢ You've made your talk and got away with it, but from now on you're working for us. We've framed a foot-race, and put up our panga because you sald you had a champeen. Now, we ain't sayin’ you Hed—cause if we thought you had, 41 I'd shoot you here, now.’ Willte paused, while Glass licked his lips and undertook to frame a re- . The black muzzle of the weapon Revering near his heart, however, stupefied him. Mechanically he thrust the stem of his pipe between his lips while Willie continued to glare at him balefully. “Your boss is a guest, but you ain't. We can talk plain to you.” —yes, of course.” “You said just now you'd answer for him with your life. Well, wo aim to make you! We ain't a-goin’ to lose this foot race under ..» circum- stances whatever, sc we give you complete authority over the body, health and speed of Mr. Speed. It's up te you to make him beat that juppose he gets sick or sprains his ankle Glass undertook to move his body from in frent 0; the weapon, but it followed him as jf magnetized. “There ain't a-goin’ to be nu acci- dents or excuses. It's pay or play, money at the tape, You're his trainer, and it's your fault if he ain't At when he toes the mark. Understand?” Willle lowered the muzge of his weapon and fired between legs of Glass, who leaped into the air wit’ all the grace of a gazelle. It was due to no conscious action on his part that the trainer leaped; his muscles were stimulated spasmodically, and propelied him from the floor. At the same time his will was #0 utterly paralyzed that he had no con- trol over his movements; he did not even hear the yell that burst from his throat his lungs contracted; he \y was in the su- premest peril, and that flight was fu- tle, Therefore he undertook to steady himself, ‘Every tissue of hie body seemed to creep and crawl, ‘The flesh inside his legs was quiv- ering, the close-cropped hair of h thick neck rose and prickled, and his capacious abdomen throbbed and pul- sated like a huge bowl of jelly. He laid his hands upon it to still the dis- turbance. Then he became conscious that he had bitten his pipe-stem in two and swallowed the end. He felt it sticking in his throat. “Did you hear what I said?" de- manded Willle, in @ voice that sound- ed like the sawing of a meat bone, Glass opened his mouth, and when no sound issued, nodded. Rventag World D: * S Again the trainer bobbed his head. The pipe-stem had cut off all power of speech, and he knew himself dumb tor life. “Then I guess that’s all. It's up to you.” Willie replaced his gun, and the fat n d to fall, “Come ‘on, boy: The cowboys filed out silently, but on the threshold Willie peused and darted a venomous glance at his enemy. “Don't forget what I said about Mr. Colt and the equality of ma: “Yes, sii yes, ma‘am!" ejaculated the frightened ‘trainer, nervously. When they were gone he collapsed. “They are rather severe, aren't they?” ventured Fresno. : “Severe!” cried the unhappy man. “Why, Speed can’t- Me was it to explain everything when the memory of Willie's words smote him like a blow. That fiend had threatened to- kill him, Lawrence Glaes, without preliminary if it be- came evident that a fraud had been practiced, Manifestly this was no lace for hysterical — confiden Larry's mouth closed like i trap, while the Californian watched him intently, At length he did speak, but in a strangely softened ton and at utter variance with his cus “Say, Mr. Fresno! Whic) ts New York?” “That way.” Fresno pointed to the east, and the other man stared long- ingly out through the bunk-bouse window. “It’s quite a walk, ain't it? “Walk?” Terkel two or three thou fon sighed heavily, “Why do you ask? "Oh, nothin’, Jest gettin’ hor sick.” He calmed himself with effort, entered the gymnasium in search of sor hing, and forth to find Sp That ecstatic young gentleman wrenched his gaze sway from the blue eyes of Miss Blake te see his trainer signalling him fom afar I got to see you now!" ruddy face was blotched, and med to rest in the grip of some blighting malady. Beneath his arm he carried a tight-rolled bundle. Sensing something important back of this unusual demeanor, Speed ex- cused himself and followed Larr: who did not trust to speech until they were alone in the gymnasium with the doors closed, Then he unrolled the bundle he carried, spread it upon the floor, and stepped inte its exact centre, “Are you standing on my prayer rug? ‘demanded bie companion angrily, “Lam! And from this on I'm goin’ to make it work itself to death. She sald a feller couldn't get hurt if he stood on, it and said ‘Allah’, Well, I'm goin” to wear it cut." “What's wrong?’ “Do you know what's goin’ to hap- pen to me If Covington don't get here and beat this cook “Happen to. you? me! se outlaws have put !t up to me to win this bet for them “Well, Covington can beat any- E isn't here yet.’ “Not yot, but— The young man smiled. “You're tot frightened, are you?” “Scared to death, that's all," ac- knowledged the other, Then when his employer laughed onenly he broke out at a white heat, “Joke, eh? Weill, you'd beter have a good laugh while you can, because Humpy Joe's finish will be a ten-course dinner to what you'll get if Covington misses his train.’ fow easily frightened you are!” 2 Well, any time people start shooting shots I'm too big for this earth, The hole in @ gun looks as big asa gas tank to me “But nobody is golng to shoot you!" exclaimed the mystified college man, “They ain't, hey? I missed the Golden Stairs’ by a lip not half an hour ago. I got a pipe stem cross. w in my gullet now, and it tickles. He coughed loudly, then shook hi head, “No use; It won't come up. With feverish Intensity he told of his narrow escape from destruction, 4 A Complete Novel A Farce - Romance o him from top to toe, removed his cigarette, and filpped the ashes dain- tily from it; then, smiling disdain- fully, sald: “Buenos dias, Benor Fa‘ Glass started. “You talkin’ to me?” “Yes.” Carara leaned languidly against the wall, took a match from his pocket, and dextrously struck it between the nails of his thumb and finger. He breathed his lungs full of smoke and exhaled it through his nose. “I would have = to you bit. fore, but the Senor Fat is”—— he shrugged his shoulders—‘frighten’ ao bad he will not understan’, come back,” “Who's scared?” said Glass, gruff- ly. ci turned his palm outward, in gentle apology. “You been talk’ a gret deal to my senorita—to Mariedetta, eh?" “Oh, tho Cuban Queen! winked openly at Speed," slip her a laugh now and then.” “She is not Cubana, she is Mexi- cana,” said Carara, politely. “Well, what d’you think of that! I thought she was a Cuban.” G! to chuckle, ‘Senor Fat,” broke in the Mexican, sharply, while Larry winced at the distasteful appellation, “she ts my senorita!” “ls she? Well, I can't help it if she falls for me.” Tho speaker cast an ap- preciative glance at his employer, “And you can cut out that ‘Senor . Fat,’ because it don't go"—— Then he gasped, for Carara slowly drew from the inside of his shirt a long, thin-bladed knife, bearing marks of recent grindin, nd his black eyes snapped. His face had become sud- denly convulsed, while his voice rang with the tone of chilled motal, Glass retreated a step, a shudder ran through him, and his eyes riveted themselves upon the weapon with horrified intensity, “Listen, Pi If you spik ¢o her gain, I will cut you.” The gaze of the Mexican plerced his victim. “I will not keel you, I will just—out you!” Speed, who had sat in open- mouthed amazement during the scene, pinched himself. Like Larry, he could not remove his gaze from the swarthy man. He pulled himself to- gether with an effort, however, un- dertaking to divert the present trend of the conversation, the memory bringing a sweat of agony to his brow. “And the worst of it is,” he concluded, “I'm ‘marked’ wi guns. I've always been that “wwe owhere will you cut ho al he By ake con- “Futt Tut! Don't alarm yourself, “Ska Pleasantly, more to mine wine versation ae afew wanton estion as to the preciss \ awittere.” Carara turned the blade against himself and traced a cross upon his front, whereupon the trainer gurgled and laid protecting hands If Covington shouldn’ will be declared off.” “No chance," announced the train- er, with utter conviction. “These yeuee have made it pay or play, and t come, the race aves hase ean rue? upon his protruding abdomen. “You fhe don't come, you'll have tol” Oo epee ehook his head, “Absurd! I shall be Indisposed." NO y I try to “If you mean you'll Ket slek oF 4. But you uaderstan’ wiat I try sprain an ankle, or break @ leg, or yeo—I' 1 right.” Kilt yourself, etiess again, Tim’ re- ,X0R—0M, Yeu com Ney Oh MT sponsible for you now. Something | “And th may go wrong with me, that pipe- stem is Hable to gimme a cancer, but nothin’ Is goin’ to happen to you. My only chance to make a live of it is to cough up that clay, and get some one to outrun this cook, You're the only chance I've got, if Culver don't show, and the first law of na- rer been repealed.” ction, eh?” Glass coughed thrice yout result, stepped off the pray- er-rug, rolled it up tightly; then, hugging It beneath his arm, went on y vi rf fully e" Wally! And he's ing place, swept the floor grace che: \- 1 j= ngled ek pee his gun-handle, Teup- trays raven locks, lounged out, hi "So many that It looks Like his wife silver spurs tinkling in the allenc 1 had used It to hang pictures with, [agli deep breath you—Just tell you, he's the most deceitful rum- 9 )le Meany Boeea. my I ever seen. What's more, he's SUL YOO tl “aeciared the other, fer- got the homicide habit, and the habit venti. Again he latd repressing hands eye on me.’ Glass was In upon his bulging front and looked ly earnest, and his alarm down at it tenderly, ‘They've got it Glass sighed miserably, eyes away from the rolled them toward "I don't went her! Mr. Speed knows I don't want her! Carara bowed. “And the Senor will rot apik wit’ her again?” “Nol” “Gracias, senor! 1 thank you!" “You're welcome!" agreed the Now Yorker, with repressed feeling. “adios! Adios, Senor Speed! 1” exclaimed the two in ‘sure!” and, tearing his glittering blade, his employer. trasted so strongly with his former 4 ene . in for my pad, haven't they contemptuous attitude toward ied _“L.told you to keep away from that to laugh again Humph!* Glass spoke with soul- ene ite mont omUAlRE SEHR DE OTOE guy ne nviction, | *Take ie from me, Bo, rea! I'll walk around her as if s “Yeos,’ sald the trainer, with elabo- fll walk ar sahe was 8 Pe erent nee ould” be aweul lake. Who'd ever think t man wae a killer funny if it wasn't on the square” He “Surely you don’t care for her serl- tened his lip nervously. I-I love my Cubs ively— but"—he. quivered apnrehe: by wire or in person. never Dut"! failed "mo. yetr Wut if 1 were you, 1H bet that rummy packs @ ‘shiv’ tn Larry, I'd leave that Mexican girl “From outside the bunk house came Oe ye the low, musical noter of & quall, and Reta +, Clann puckered his lips to answer, “Yos. Marledetta. Now, there's tion grew pale. ‘That's her,” he de- something to be afraid of. ‘If these ae ere ? Pata. cowboys are in love with herand have Qin, their eyes on you"-— “Are you going to keep It?” “Ob, Willie ain't hor steady, and Qt? Yon BONES bag. full of gold * he's the only one I'm leary of, Mary's "7 Heau iw that Hayptian wits the funny RUAKStA! nace & 190k: ‘Wall, ons civthen, and, san Hiek any wuy with "Wpeca'gla an divected, “She's watt- git pan tanh A gent knock sounded at the door, "Tr ot ner wait,” breathed the atwh : “Cem in Senor Aurello Maria Carara entered, He was smoking his customary corn> husk cigarette, but his dark eyes we grave and bis silken mustachios were pointed to the fineness of a bristle, CHAPTER X. Here comes Stover and Wille.” “More bad news.” Glass unrolled his prayer rug, and stepped upon it hastily. “Say, what's the word?” Quick!’ You know! The password. Quic “Alani” “That's her!" The fat man began to mumble quickly. It was plain that OS dias, Senor.” Ca- hig spirit was utterly broken. rara bowed politely to But this call was prompted purely by solicitude, It seemed. Willie hi little to say, and Stover, ignoring al od morning again,” sald Wally. ‘Turning to the trainer, Carara eyed mention of the earlier encounter he had witnessed, exclaimed: “There's been some queer goin's-on Are You Going Away for Vacation? When you go out of town for vacation you may find it Is diffl- cult and costly to provide yourself with the right sort of reading matter. i Why send to the city for novels at $1.25 or $1.50 each or buy them at a fancy price in some country store? You can supply yourself with the best, most delightful summer reading for six cents a week. By subscribing to The Evening World for the rest of the summer you will secure a complete novel each week. Not some old book a country dealer has not been able to sell, but the finest up-to-date fiction by the foremost living authors. Bear this in mind, not only for yourself but for any of your friends who expect to spend their vacations In the country, So-t ous. “I've got a date} ‘round here. Mr. Speed. Have you noticed ‘em? “No. “Well, What sort?” the other mornin’ I diseov- hrough ohe of M Jean's flower beds.” - o Strange tracks, Man's What does that signity?”" ‘We ain't altogether certain. Carara says be seen @ stranger hangin’ around night before last, and jest now we found where a hoss had been picketed out in the ravine. pose) like he'd stood there more'n ce. “Why, this is decidedly mystert- “We figured we'd ought to teli to do with me. looks to us like it's somebody the Centipede, They're equal to any devilment.” Speed showed an utter lack of com- Prehension, so Willie explained, “Understand, we've made this race pay or play, Mebbe they aim to cripple you.” “Met” Speed etarted. “Good heavens!” “Oh, they'd do it quick enough! I wouldn't put it past ‘em to drop a 45 through your winder if it could be Look done safe, “Shoo you mean?” “Allah!” @ald Glass, devoutly from his corner. Stover and Willie nodded, was you, I'd keep the lamp me and the winder “Why, this claimed the young college man, atiffly. “II can't stand for this, it's getting too serious.’ “There ain't nothin’ to fea it Willie, soothingly. “Remem yo the start that we'd wasn't no crooked work don I'm goin’ to ride herd on you, con- stant, Mr. Speed." He smiled in a manner to reassure. “If there's any shootin’ comes off, I'll be In on it.’ “S—say, what's to prevent us being murdered whon we're out for a run?” queried Glass. “Me!” declared the little man. “I'll saddle my bronc’ an’ lope along with you. We'll keep to the open coun- try. Instantly 8) saw the direful con- quences of such a procedure and summoned his courage to say “No. It's very kind of you, but T shall give up training.” 'What!"" “I mean train on the road, I—I'll run indoors.” “Not a bit like it,” declared Sto- ver. “You'll get your dally run if we have to lay off all the punchers on the place and put ‘em on as a body- guard.’ “But I don't want a bodyguard!" cried the athlete desperately. “We can't you get hurt. worth too much to us." “Larry and I will take a chance.” “Not for mine!" firmly declared the trainer. “I don't need no mineral In my, Cd yr I'm for the house.” You're all run alone.’ ame,” said Willie admir- is auditor bi hen “You're ingly, and to so much trouble.” t's only a pleasure.” “Nevertheless, I'can't allow tf. I'll run alone, if they kill me for it.” you “Oh, they won't try to kill you. They'll probably shoot you in’ tbe legs, That's just as good, and it's a heap easier to get away with.” Speed felt his kneecaps Serisoning: “I've got it!" said he at last. “I'll run at night Stover hesitated thoughtfully. “I don’t reckon you could do you self justice that-away, but you might do your trainin’ at daylight. The Centipede goes to work the same time we do, and the chance is T—I'l) do that!" sure admire your courage, but if you see anything suspicious let us know. We'll git ‘em,’ said Wiille, “Thank you.” ‘The two men went out, whereupon Glawe chattered: = what did & teil you? It's worse'n suicide to stick around this farm. I'm going to blow.” “Where are you going?” New York. Lat's beat it!" lever!’ exclaimed the college man, stubbornly, “We'll hear from Coving- ton before long. Besides, I can't jeave until I get some money from bom ‘Let's walk.” ‘Don't be a fool!" “Then I've got to have a drink. ir ducked quickly out o: there!" ho whispered he seen me, too!" squatting In the Mariedetta w shade opposite, her oyen fixed stolidly , upon the training quarters, “Then you've got to lay low till she gives up,” declared Wally. ‘Wo're in trouble enough as it is.”” @n hour the partners ined her position; then, when Glaaa was on the tied af of making a desperate sally, Cloudy entered silently, Although this hi been an unhappy morning for the trainer, here at least was one per- son of whom he had no fear, and, his natural optimism boing. again to the fore, he eted the Indian any. “Well, how's the weather, Cloudy?" “Mr, Cloudy to you," sald the other. Roth Glass and hie protege stared. It was the first word the Indian had uttered since their arrival. Lawrence winked at his companion “All right, If you like it better How's the weather, Mr. Cloudy” anickered at his own joke, w! upon the aborigine turned pos him wiy, and said in perfect Meh: “Your humor is misplaced with me. Don't forget, Mr. Glans, that the one Yale football team you trained I Grepped (R goal on from the forty- ve. rY jowed hin mouth to open in nt. The day was replete vines, said, while the light of un- derstanding came over him, “You're Cloudy-but-the-Bun-Shines?” “Yor—Cariisie.” Cloudy threw hack his head, and pointed with ity to the flag of his alma mater hanging upon the wall, “Ry Jove, 1 remember that!” ex- claimed Apeed, “So will Yale ao long as she lives,” predicted the In grimly, ou orippled me in tl nd halt he stirred hie withered leg—“but I This Book on the Stands Will Cost You $1.25. You Get It for 6 Cents. 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That looks | hed But the other, taresting him aside without removing the neck ef the bottle from his i gree: “No boose, Wally! You're trainin’!” “But I'm thirety!” shouted the ath= the world. Wait! I'll get you some.” reisraree tnt line att anon and was reeling slightly. urn an instant tat a cup freee iA half full, “Rinse out your ‘The college man made uncertainty nd don't swallow it all, for his bed, murmuring incoherently: . “All! re isn't that much. Ugh? “I—I'm sick! I'm sick, Larry!” It's lukewarm. I want a bucket of He fell limply at full length and ice water—ice water!” groaned, "Call the race off!" ‘Nothing doing! I won't stand t@ Glasa snatched the missive from his have your epictetus chilled.” employer's nerveless fingers, and \"My what?” read, with bulging eyem, as follows: Of with “J. Wallingford 8) Flying Heart clothes and get under that shower. Ranch, Kidder, M.: Suess it'll focl pretty good to-day.” Bpeed obeyed instructions sul tip oft. Am in jail in Omaha. e ten days. » While bie trainer, reclining in , “CULVER COVINGTON.” Tay "corner, uncorked the noone The trainer uttered a cry like that Pi ene te ies the ‘ope of the ing Heart. “I've been “Poisoned, eh?” said the fat man cale Giamn, cuore tremulounl: ‘ete oneal Li ! Not — wh with ! je walker rm across “ the room, flung back the Il of Speed's ger 4nt, Work, We been loafing oo athletic trunk and nto paw whats! “What's the use : through It fevegishly. other he selected three ers, then laid strong hands n his protege and jerked him to his feet. “Sick, eh? Hore, get into those!” “What do you mean, Lawrence?” inquired his victim. 5 “If you get sick, I die.” Giane opened the first sweater and half smothered his protege with it. “Hurry up! You're going into training « CHAPTER XI. “No use at all, You couuldn’t out- run a steam roller, but if you duck out I've got to do my best. 8 lief die of a gunshot wound as arve to death in the desert,” ae” suppose we could rug ‘ould we!” Glass propped himself agerly upon one elbow. “Leave it to mi No!” =Wally resumed rub! himself down. “I can't leave wi pang | Uke @ quitter. Freano would nd bygone z you're ofa a et! gultar in your bales HAT was a terrible hour for J. Wallingford Speed. As for Larry, once be had by grasped the full eignifi- “Oh, they won't kill us.” cance of the telegram, he , “I tell you these cow-persons became a different person. Some S¢*?'r If you stay here and that race next Saturday, she'll flerce electric charge wrought achem- up on Sunday and put @ rose in feal alteration in his every fib he hand, sure. I can see her now, became @ domineering, tron-wilied Diack. Take it from me, Wally, sm autocrat, obsessed by the one idea thing to” °° have no luck in ‘this of his own preservation, and not hes- aj) that a the trainer {tating to use physical force when force became necessary to lessen his peril. jonage, merely ebrugged Repeatedly Speed folded his arms his fat al eo gaa f over his stomach, rocked in the throes _ “But I want to be alone—with her, of anguish, and walled that he was perishing from cramps; the trainer only snorted with derision, When he refused to don the clothes selected for him, Glass fell upon him like a raging Brizzly, mace yee aM paki wee!” n Spe 0) in anger, but the other cried: “Never mind the hysterics, Bo, You're going to run off some blubber to-day.” jut I have to ‘Not a chan I tell you I'll run when I come back,” maintained the youth, almost tearfully beseeching. ‘They're walt- close to hie charge, never him out of his in th ‘afternoon’ qh bade “ss “I can, but I won't. Go as you like, I'll ol eyes.” ag OF Hit clos. them seowled; mirthiessly, “You can see her, but I want te hear what you say to her. No emotion ter this race, Wally.” * ‘You're an idiot! tirana eet do! per ye n't laugh, ae ee Glass mocked, bs sy, ese cowboys make that race, they'll be bee words, tl far ao The go ridin, ren sorry—mark ey'll be sorry.” ba ade @ cigarette and in- ¥ nara os a leeply, but onl: lunged at hi with pice por te that tel” “T've had enough of thie foolish~ www, i — ‘ally stormed, "Fou are Gite, “Lot ‘em gallop—you can run alongside.” “With all these sweaters? I'd have @ sunstroke.” “It's the best thing for you I never thought of that," An Glass forced his protege toward the house, the other young people ap- peared clad for their excursion; thelr horses were tethered to the porch, And it was an ideal day for @ ride— warm, bright and inviting. Over to the northward the hills, mysteriously purple, invited exploration; to the uth and east the golden prairie un- dulated gently Into a hazy realm of infinite possibilities; the animals themselves turned frien eyes upon heir riders, champing whinnyi as if eager to bear them out into the dintances, noes “We are y!" called Jean ly. Bosek in a by leer free paused a! 6 swe! “Climb on your horses and get a start,” panted the burly trainer; “he's goin’ to race you ten miles. ‘m going to do nothing of the sort. I'm going to"—— But Glass jerked him violently, ery- ng: “And no talkin’ to gals, neither, You're trainin’. Now, get a move!” Speed halted stubbornly. “Hit her up, Wally! G'wan, now— faster! No loafing, Bo, or I'll wallop Nor did he cease until they ured Neem any Even @ would not allow er breath before urging him onward. “Heo here,” Wally stormed at fast, “what's the use? I can't"—— “What's the use? That's the use!” Glare pointed to the north, where a fone horseman wee pone them u know who that it a knoll, “ oy The rider was small and etoop- shouldered, *willte!"" “That's who,” “He's following us!" ‘With knees Sromibling beneath him peed Jou foobiy on wa the road, jase pi rc! at bi When, after covering five miles, oe they finally returned to the yyas comes art, it wae with diMoulty that they gould drag one foot after another. The boy Wally Speed was drenched with per- epiration, and Glass resem nothing so much as a steaming pud- Ho “I wish I was.” ¢ “You are!” ‘ “Not!” * “T aay you ave fired!” Glass i et fim, “OR, T mean it! Twente “Very well.” Glass rose ponéerous- ‘T'll wise up that queen of yours, then ding! rivulets of sweat ran down his neck, his face was purple, his lips swollen, Lou, havete, ram alone—thie afternoon,” pan’ rMeNntor, "This gfternouny Haven't I rus Jangie of pits, Maes Pan Eee jaded, my ie your ¥'m, Feay to ‘de oun lard,” Pomc] the & ner with vul- garit: into the He lumbered k= hot radiating heat waves, pufting jie