The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1914-03-27
CHAPTER X,-continued.

CHAPTER X.-Continued.
1--WE are ready!" called Jean gayly.
What in the world" Helen
paused at sight of the swathed figure.
Are you cold, Mr.. Speed?"
Climb on your horses and get a
start" painted the burly trainer; ''he's
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 loafng, Bo, or I'll wallop
you!" 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,
whats the use? / can't"
Whats the use? That's the use!"
Glass pointed to the north, where a
lone horseman was watching them
from knoll "D'you know who that
is?"
| The rider was small and stoop-
shouldered
/ '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.
.WalIy Speed was drenched with per
SEPARATION. 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-youIl 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, I 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, puffine
like traction-engine, while his com
panion staggered to the gymnasium
and sank into a. 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 thu
bottle from his lips, gurgled:
mo booze, Wally! You're trainin!'
But I'm thirsty" shouted the ath
lete, laying hands upon the full bottle
and trying to wrench it free.
Have a little sense. If you're
thirsty hit the sink" Glass still main
tanned his hold, mumbling indistinct
ly: Waters the worst thing in tn,
world. Wait! I'll get you some"
He stepped into the bunk-room. t.
return an instant later with a Gun hal
full. rinse out your mouth, ant
don't swallow 1t ALL"
All! There isn't that much. Ugh
It's lukewarm. want bucket O
Observation-Disclosures!
Nothing DOING! l won't stand t.
have your epictatus chilled"
MY what?"
Never mind now. OF with then
clothes. and get under that shower.
guess It'll feel pretty good to-day"
Speed obeyed instructions sullenly
while his trainer, reclining in th
cosy-corner, uncorked the secon,
bottle. From behind the blanket GU,
tains where the barrel stood, the fol
mer demanded:
What did you mean by saying +,
nave to run again this afternoon?"
Starts!" said Glass, shortly.
Starts 2"
Fast work. We been loafinR !
far: you got to get some ginger"
bats! What's the user"