Cheyenne record., 1914-02-19

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see you after the race. Mind you. not
a world"
I'm dumb as the Egyptian Spinks."
"This race means a lot to me, Mr..
Skinner" The guest OF the Flying
Heart Ranch turned to its enemy
There's girl in it. Understand"
The cook showed the CLEAN of his
teeth. III you win, I'll send you some
wedding-cake and-a box of cigars"
Thanks" said the other; but I've
got bum tooth, and l don't smoke"
AS Fresno left, there approached.
in surging group, the opposing side
"Good-evenin'. Gabby!" Stover
called. loudly, as he came within
speaking distance. Here we come
en- massy, and with ladies, to further
embarrass and degrade you in the
hour Of your defeat!"
I'VE amt defeated yit! How do.
Mr.. Chaplin"
Did you get our message"
Yes. But we amt seen the color
OF y'alls money"
Mr.. Speed borrowed five hundred
dollars from me, and said he might
want MORE" Chaplin volunteered.
"Is that all?"
"All!" jeered Still Bill. "Why, this
NANCY layout amt never saw that
much money" upon which Gallagher
carelessly displayed "a corpulent roll
Of bills. remarking:
Count a thousand. Bill. 1t all goes
on Skinner"
Il amt heard Of no train.robbery,"
muttered the lanky foreman OF the
Flying Heart. nor l don't aim to
handle no tainted money" And Sto.
yer and Gallagher faced each other
hard before turning.
Jean saw it. and whispered to Cha
pin: "Oh. Jack, dear, I'm so terribly
frightened" But Helen Blake, who
overheard. left her companions and
| went straight to Gallagher.
Il should like" she said, ito wager
few dollars on Mr.. Speed and the
| honor Of the Flying Heart"
Both Skinner and his foreman
stared at her nonplussed.
| "iou don't look like a bettin' lady"
the latter managed to remark, 1ocu.
larly.
I'm not. never made a wager be-
fore In all my life; but you see, Mr..
Gallagher, ! believe in our man."
Gallagher lowered his eyes. "How
much do you aim to risk, miss?"
| Il don't know what the rules are,
but | think our side ought to bet as
much as your side. That is the way
it Is done. isn't it?"
| You mean that you aim to cover
what Mr.. Speed dont?" The girl
nodded
Gallagher spoke admiringly. You're
| right game. miss; but l reckon we
don't want your money"
"Why not?"
II suppose there aint no particular
reason"
III Mr. Speed can beat Mr. Coving.
ton. who is the best runner at Yale,
I'm sure he can defeat Mr.. Skinner,
| who never went to college at all
They have all turned against him,
and he-he Is SO brave!" Miss Blake's
| indignation was fearful, and Gallagher
spoke hurriedly:
He may be brave all right, miss,
but he can't win unless Skinner dies
| You save your money to buy choco
lates an bon-mots, miss. Why, listen"
(the stockman softened his voice in
fatherly manner): This Fresno
party is wise: five hundred OF this
coin is his"
Helen uttered cry. DO you mean
he is betting against Mr.. Speed?"
"Nothin' else"
"Despicable!" breathed the girl.
wait a moment, please!" Helen hur-
ried beck to Chaplin, while Gallagher
muttered something like Il amt takin'
no orphans money"
"Jack!" (the girl was trembling
with excitemenD, you told me on the
way over that you had fve hundred
dollars with you. Let me have It,
please. I'll give you my check when
we get home"
my dear girl. you aren't going
to-bet IT."
"Yes, am"
Don't do that"
For answer she snatched the pock.
etbook from his hand.
"Mr. Gallagher!" she called.
Skinner watched from afar. Some
class to that gall" was what he said,
which proved that he was person
not wholly without sentiment