The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1913-10-31
CHAPTER xl.-continued.

we are ready! cdieu jean Sdyiy.
What in the world" Helen
paused at sight of the swathed figure.
"Are you cold, Mr.. Speed?"
Climb on your horses and get
start" painted the burly trainer; "hes
goin' to race you ten miles"
I'm going to do nothing of the
sort. I'm going to"
But Glass jerked him violently, cry
ing:
"And no talkin' to gals. neither;
You're trainin'. Now, get novel"
Speed halted stubbornly..
'Hit her up, Wally! G'wan, now
faster! No loafing, Bo, or I'll wallop
you'll" Nor did he cease until they
both paused from exhaustion. Even
then he would not allow his charge to
do more than regain his breath be-
fore urging him onward.
See here" Wally stormed at last.
what's the use? ] can't"
What's the use? That's the use!"
Glass pointed to the north. where
lone horseman was watching them
from a knoll. "D'you know who that
is?"
The rider was small ant s0ps
shouldered. i,
''Willie!"
That's who"
Hes following us!"
With knees trembling beneath him
Speed logged feebly on down the road.
Glass putting at his heels.
When, after covering five miles.
they finally returned to the Flying
Heart. it was with difficulty that they
could drag one foot after another.
Wally Speed was drenched with per-
spiration, and Glass resembled moth.
ing SO much as steaming pudding;
rivulets of sweat ran down his neck,
his face was purple, his lips swollen.
"Y-you1l have-to run alone-this
afternoon" painted the tormentor.
'"This afternoon? Haven't / run
enough for-one day." the victim
pleaded. GLASS, old man, I'm all
In, tell you; I'm ready to die"
Got to-fry off some more-leaf.
lard" declared the trainer with vul-
garity. He numbered into the cook
house, radiating heat waves, putting
like traction-engine, while his COM
panion staggered to the gymnasium,
and sank into chair. A moment
later he appeared with two bottles of
beer, one glued to his lips. Both were
evidently ice cold, judging from the
fog that covered them.
Speed rose with cry.
Gee! That looks good"
But the other. thrusting him aside
without removing the neck Of the
bottle from his lips. gurgled:
mo booze, Wally! You're trainin!"
But I'm thirsty" S. ,uted the ath-
lete, laying hands upon the full bottle,
and trying to wrench 1t free.
Have a little sense. If you're
thirsty hit the sink" Glass still main
tanned his hold, n1umbling indistinct-
ly: Waters the worst thing in the
world. Wait! I'll get you some
He stepped into the bunk-room, to
return an instant later with cup half
full. Rinse out your mouth, and
don't swallow it all"
"All! There isn't that much. Cgha
II luhO~dIlu. i oLI DuChOl vi
ce-water-ice-water!" ~
Nothing doing! / won't stand to
have your epictetus chilled"
"My what?"
Never mind now. Off with them
clothes, and get under that shower.
guess it'll feel pretty good to-day"
Speed obeyed instructions sullenly,
while bis trainer. reclining in the
cosy-corner, uncorked the second
bottle From behind the blanket cur
tains where the barrel stood. the for.
mer demanded:
What did you mean by saying I'd
have to run again this afternoon?"
"StartsI" said Glass, shortly.
"Starts? ?" -
Fast work. We been loafing SO
far; you got to get some ginger"
"Rats What's the user"