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Excuse me" Willie pushed his way
forward. "How's she gettin' along?'
"F1ne!"
"You mule-skinners amt broke
her7"
mo; we plays her every evenin'.
The little man shifted his feet; then
allowed himself to inquire, as If re
garding the habits of some dear de-
parted friend:
"Have you chose any favorite rec
oords?"
I'VE all has our pick. speakin' per
oonal, I'm stuck on that baggage coach
song Of Mrs. More's."
Moray" Willie corrected. Mora!
Heleney Moray is the lady's name"
"Mebbe so. Our foot-runner likes
that Injun war.dance best Of ALL" Ca
Tara smiled at Cloudy. who nodded,
90 II pleased by the compliment.
Then 1t was that the Flying Heart
spokesman made an inquiry in hushed,
hesitsting tones.
"How do you like THE Holy City?"
-he removed his hat, 90 did those
hack Of him. "As sung by Madame
Sella Melby?"
"Rotten!" Gallagher said promptly.
That's bum, for fair"
During one breathless instant the
Wizeneu man stood as II disbelieving
his ears. the enormity Of the insult
robbing him Of speech and motion.
Then he uttered snarl. and Slower
was barely in time to intercept the
backward fling Of his cropping hand.
mo voylence. Willie! There's IL,
dies present"
stovers captive ground his teeth
and struggled briefly, then turned and
made for the open prairie without q
word.
TITS his first love-" said Slower, sim.
oily. The other foreman exploded into
hoarse laughter, saying:
Il didn't reckon l was treadin' on
the toes Of no bereafed relatif's, but
them church tunes amt my style
However, we're wastin' time. gents
Where's that bunk-house7 Nothin
but money talks loud enough for me to
hear. Good-day, white folks!" Gala
CHER saluted Miss Chaplin and her
friends with q flourish. and moved
away in company with the cowboys.
Il never" said Glass, "seen SO many
tough guys outside Of q street-ca1
strike"
Gallagher has been in prison" Jean
Informed him. Hes q wonderful
shot"
'I knew it,"
Speed spoke up brightly: "Well,
let's go back to the house and wait
for Covington."
"But you were getting ready to go
running" said Helen.
mo more running for me! I'm in
good enough shape, eh. Larry?"
Great! Barring the one thing"
Whats that?" queried Fresno.
"A little trouble with one Of his
nerve centers, that's all. But even II
It got worse during the night, Coving-
ton could run the race for him.
The Californian started. At last all
was plain. He had doubted from the
first, now he was certain; but with un-
derstanding came also a menace to
his own careful plans. II Covington
ran In Speeds place, how could he eff.
feet his rivals exposure? On the way
back to the house he had to think
pretty rapidly.
Mrs. Keap was pacing the porch 40
the others came up, and called Speed
aside; then. when they were alone.
broke out, with blazing eyes:
"You said you had stopped him!"
"And l thought I had. l did my
BEST" ..
But he's comingl He'll be here
any minute!"
Il suppose he learned you were |
here" Wally laughed.
"Then you must have told him"
mo, didn't" ~
"Mr. Speed"-Roberta's cheeks were |
pallid and her voice trembled-"you'-
that telegram-at ALL"
"Oh, but did,"
"You wanted him to get here in
time to run in your place. I see it
all now. You arranged it very clever
ly, but you will pay the penalty"
"You surely won't tell Helen?"
"This minute! You wretched, de-
ceitful mani"
Before he could say more, from tho
lront of the house came the rattle Of
wheels, loud "Whoa!" then Jean'n
7oice, crying:
Culver! Culver!" while Mrs. Keap
:lutched at her bosom and moaned.
Her companion bolted into the house
md down the hall, shouting the name
Il his roommate. Out through the
ront door he dashed headlong, in time
o behold Fresno and the two girls
ssisting the new arrival toward the
'eranda. They were exclaiming In
ity. and had their arms about the ath.
etc, for Culver Covington, Intercolle.
late One-Hundred-Yard Champion,
7as hobbling forward upon a pair of