Cheyenne record., 1913-11-20

Glass was fond Of his rest, and since
his arrival at the Flying Heart his
sleeping-hours had been shortened con-
siderably. SO for once he agreed with
the Californian.
mo question about. It." said he
And I'll sleep here with him II you'll
put couple Of cots In the place."
But suppose Mr.. Speed won't do
it?' questioned Miss Blake.
you ask him. and he won't refuse"
said Jean.
I'VE don't want to see him defeat
ed urged Helen's other suitor; at
which the girl rose. saying doubtfully:
"Of course I'll do my best, II you
think it's really important"
Thank you," said Slower gratefully.
while Fresno congratulated himself
upon an easy victory.
The two girls took Speeds trainer
with them, and went forth In search of
the young man.
It's up to you fellows to see that he
gets to bed early" said Fresno, when
he and Slower were alone.
Leave 1t to US. And as for gettin'
up. we turn out at daylight. l don't
reckon he could sleep none after that
If he tried" Slower pointed 10 the
striped elastic coils Of the exerciser
against the wall. Il didn't want to
speak about 1t while they was here"
said he. but one Of them young ladies
lost her garters."
That's not pair of garters, that's
chest-weight."
Jest wait for what?"
"Chest-weight-ches
"Oh!" Stover examined the device
curiously. Il thought a chest-develop-
er came in bottle"
Fresno explained the operation Of
remarked, admiringly:
That young feller Is all right, amt
he?"
Think so?"
Sure! Don't you?"
Fresno explained his doubts by
crafty lift of his brows and shrug
81 thought SCAT first"
Stover wheeled upon him abruptly
Whats wrong?"
"Oh, nothing"
After pause the foreman remarked.
vaguely: He's the intercollegit cham
peen of Yale"
"Oh no. hardly that, or l would
have heard of him.
"Ain't he no champeen?"
champion of the running broad
smile and the half-mile talk perhaps"
Amt he foot-runner?"
Perhaps. I've never seen him run,
but have my doubts"
Good Lord!" moaned Slower, weak
ly.
He may be the best sprinter in the
country, mind you. but I'll lay little
bet that he can't run hundred yards
without sustenance."
without what?"
"Sustenance-someth to eat"
well, we've got plenty for him to
eat" said the mystified foreman.
you don't understand. However.
time will tell"
But we amt got no time. We've
made this race pay or play week
from Saturday, and the bets are down.
We was afraid the Centipede would
welsh when they seen who we had, so
we framed it that way. What's to be
done?"
Again Fresno displayed an artistic
restraint that was admirable Its
none Of my business" said he, with a
careless shrug.
IL guess I'll tell Willie and the
boys" vouchsafed Bill apprehensively.
mo! no! Don't breathe a word
I've said to you. He may be a cracker
jack, and l wouldn't do him an injus-
tice for the world. All the same, l
wish he hadn't broken my stop-watch."
Cd you think he broke it apur-
poser"
What do you thinkr'
Slower mopped the sweat from his
brow.
Cant we time him with a ordinary
watch7"
Sure. We can take yours. It won't
be exact, but"
II amt got no watch. bet mine
last night at the Centipede. Willies
got one, though"
Mind you, he may be all right,
Fresno repeated, reassuringly; then
hearing the object of their discussion
with his trainer, the two
strolled out through the bunkroom,
Stover prey to newborn suspicion.