"
"You have spoken of it?"
"Yes; I told Jean."
The Yale man undertook to change the conversation abruptly, but
Miss Blake was a determined young lady. She continued:
"Of course, it was very magnanimous of you to always step aside
in favor of your best friend; but it isn't fair to yourself--it
really isn't. And so I have arranged a little plan whereby you
can do something to prove your prowess, and still not interfere
with Mr. Covington in the least."
Speed cleared his throat nervously. "Tell me," he said, "what it
is."
And Miss Blake told him the story of the shocking treachery of
Humpy Joe, together with the miserable undoing of the Flying
Heart. "Why, those poor fellows are broken-hearted," she
concluded. "Their despair over losing that talking-machine would
be funny if it were not so tragic. I told them you would win it
back for them. And you will, won't you? Please!" She turned her
blue eyes upon him appealingly, and the young man was lost.
"I'll take ten chances," he said. "Where does the raffle come
off?"
"Oh, it isn't a raffle, it's a foot-race.
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