The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1913-05-15

| day." And the next instant he hat
vanished into the dusk, leaving he
hind him a youth half historical witt
| hope.
| Out of the blacklist gloom had come
j. Wallingford Speeds deliverance
and he did not pause to consider the
ethics involved With light heart he
/ fastened to replace the borrowed re
| volver in the bunk-room just as voices
coming nearer betokened the arrival
of his friends from the house. As he
stepped out into the night he came
upon Jack Chaplin.
Hello, Wally!"
Hello, Jack!" They shook hands
while the owner of the Flying Heart
continued.
1--we just got in, and they've been
telling me about this foot-race. What
in the deuce is the matter with you,
anyhow? Why didn't you let me
know"
The girls drew closer, and Speed
saw that Miss Blake was pale.
II wouldn't have allowed it for q
minute. Now, of course, I'm going
to call it off,"
ooh, Jack, dear, you simply can't"
exclaimed his sister. You've 10 idea
the state the boys are in."
They'll never let you, Chaplin.
supplemented Fresno.
The master laughed shortly. THE.
won't, eh? Who IL boss here, I'd like
to known"
They've bet a lot of money. And
you know how they feel about that
photograph"
IT'S the most idiotic thing l ever
heard of. Whatever possessed you,
Wally? If the men make a row, I'll
have to smuggle you and Glass over
to the railroad tonight"
Pm for that" came the voice of
Larry.
Il suppose it's all my fault" Miss
Blake began wretchedly, whereat the
object of their general solicitude took
on an aspect of valor
Say, what is all this fuss about?
l don't want to be smuggled any
where, thank you'll"
Il may not be able to square nv
men," Chaplin reiterated. 1T may have
gone too far"
Square! Square! Why should you
do any squaring? I'm not going to
run away" Miss Blake clasped her
hands and breathed a sigh 1--WE got
to stay here and run a foot-race to-
morrow"
Don't be fool, Wally!" Coving-
ton added his voice to the others.
Speed whirled angrily. Il don't
need your advice-convict! The
champion hobbied instantly out of
range. II know what I'm doing. I'm
going to run tomorrow, and 1 stand a
good chance to win
Mr.. Fresno, if he had been a girl,
would have been said to have giggled.
"All right, Dearie! I'll bet you five
hundred dollars" as there emerged
from the darkness, whence they had
approached unseen, Slower, and be-
hind him the other men.
"Eyenin'! What's all the excite
ment?" greeted the leader, softly.
The master of the ranch stepped
forward.
See here, Bill, I'm sorry, but I !
won't stand for this foot-race."
"Why not?" queried the foreman.
Il just won't, that's all. You'll have
70 call it Off"
Pm sorry, too"
You refuse? The owner spoke
,minously.
"You bet he does!" Willie pushed
himself forward. This foot-race is
ordained, and it comes off on time. l
make bold to inquire if you're talkin'
or our runner?"
Gentlemen, l can only say to you
hat for myself ] want to rum" de-
,lared Speed.
Then you'll run"
Il refuse to allow it," Chaplin de-
,lared, and instantly there was an
angry murmur; but before it could
AXE definite shape, Speed spoke up
With equal decisiveness.
you can't refuse to let me run,
lack. There are reasonable searched
Miss Blake's countenance-"why /
must run-and win. And win shalt"
Turning, he stalked away into the
darkness, and there followed him a
shout of appreciation from the ranch.
men.
Jack Chaplin threw up his hands.
1--WE done my best"
"The mans mad!" cried Covington,
,ut Fresno was nearer the truth.
Nothing of the Sort" he remarked
md struck a match; hes bluffing!"
AS for Helen Blake, she shook her
air head and smiled into the night.
"You are all wIong," she said. a
lnow!"