Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-03-19

Larry's voice was trembling with an.
ger and disgust. ''Why, that's part of
his work He's double-crossed ev'
cry runnin' mate he ever had. He'd
cheat his mother. Waltz
Skinner had left the crowd, and was
seated now in the shade of the corral
fence. He glanced upward from be.
meath his black brows as Larry
reached and greeted him. Hello.
Whiz! just made you" Then he
shook his head.
n haven't got you. MY name IL
Skinner"
mix on that monaker," Glass
smiled. indulgently. II had man in
that Sheffield Handicap six years
ago."
you're in bad" asserted the cook
steadily. ''but assuming that my name
is Long"
II didn't say your name was Long
I called you 'Whiz.' Glass chuckled
at the point as he scored it. Nov
come in; be good.'
Skinner darted a look toward Gal
lagher and the Centipede men gath
cred about the shrilling photograph.
stopped and tied his shoes. and
breathed softly:
Spiel"
"This little teller I'm trainin'-does
he VIM"
Without an upward glance, Skin
ner inquired:
did the man you trained for the
Sheffield Handicap win?"
Never mind that. Does this frame
up go through" 1t happened that
Speed, drawn irresistibly. had come
forward to hang upon every word,
and now chose this moment to inter-
rupt.
Its all right, Mr.. Skinner" But
Skinner leaped to his feet.
Don't try anything Ike that" he
cried in q terrible voice that brought
Gabby Gallagher striding toward
them.
What's goin' on here3 Are they
tryin' to tx you, Skinner"
mot bit Ike H." Glass protested
stoutly. II only asked him which side
he'd rather run on, and now he calls
for police protection"
Don't try 1t again. that's ALI" the
cook warned. sullenly.
II reckon I'll take . hand In this!"
Gallagher was In q flne rage, and
would have fallen upon the offender
had not Slower stepped In his path.
II reckon you don't!" he said easily.
The two glared at each other. and
were standing thus when Speed and
his trainer moved gently OF. They
made their way to the house in COM
parative silence. IL made q mis-
take" said Wally. -
you've been jobbed like you was a
baby" said Glass. There amt but
one thing to do now. Go into the
house and change your clothes, and
when you get ready to run. get ready
to run for your nfe-and NINE"
Over on the race-course Gallagher
was inquiring:
who's goin' to send these y'ere
athaletes away?"
II amt" announced Willie without
hesitation. "Bein' perhaps the handi-
est man present with weepon, I'm
goin' to start this journey" He
looked his foes squarely in the eyes.
HAS anybody got objections to met"
The silence was hattering, and more
loudly now. SO that Skinner might
hear, he added: III your man tries to
beat the gun. I'll have him wiugin'
his way to lands celestial before he
makes his second jump"
Gallagher acknowledged the fair.
ness of this proposition. "This race
is goin' to be squar','' said he. Were
ready when y'all are"
]. wallingford Speed stepped out Of
his clothes and into his silken run
.ning-suit. He was numb and cold.
His hands performed their duties to
be sure, but his brain was idle. All
he knew was that he had been be-
trayed and all was lost. He heard
Glass painting instructions into his
ear, but they made no impression upon
him., In dull trance he followed his
trainer back to the track. his eyes
staring, his bones like water. Not un-
til he heard the welcoming shout Of
the Flying Heart henchmen did he
realize that the worst was yet to
come. He heard Larry still coaching
earnestly: IF you can't bite him. trip
him up" and some one said:
Are we ready7'
Glass held out his hand. ~Good-by.
Mr.. Speed"
Chaplin came forward and spoke
with artificial heartiness, "Good-luck.
Wally; beat him at the start" and
Covington followed.
Remember" he cautioned, sadly.
what told you about the start-it's
your only chance"
why don't you fellows think about
the finish Of this race?" faltered the
runner.
Then. in voice broken with excite
ment Helen Blake spoke. holding out
her hand for sood-by clasp. Dear
Mr.. Speed" she said, will you try
to remember this to run
before he, does. and don't let him
catch up to you. II you do that, just
know you'll win
This magnificent display Of conn
dence nerved the athlete, and he
smiled ut her. He wished to speak