"Please! For my sake!" urged Helen, placing a gentle little hand
upon her companion's arm.
Speed closed his eyes, so to speak, and leaped in the dark.
"All right, I'll do it!"
"Yow-ee!" yelled Stover. "We knew you would!" Willie was beaming
benignantly through his glasses, while both Carara and Cloudy
showed their heartfelt gratitude. "Thank you, Miss Blake. Now
we'll show up that shave-tail Centipede crowd for what it is."
"Wait!" Speed checked the outburst. "I'll consent upon
conditions. I'll run, provided you can arrange the race for an
'unknown.'"
"What does that mean?" Helen asked.
"It means that I don't want my name known in the matter. Instead
of arranging for Mr. Whatever-the-Cook's-Name-Is to run a race
with J. W. Speed, he must agree to compete against a
representative of the Flying Heart ranch, name unknown."
"I don't think that is fair!" cried the girl. "Think of the
honor."
"Yes, but I'm an amateur. I'd lose my standing."
"That goes for us," said Stover. "We don't care what name you run
under. We'll frame the race.
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