Lordy! but this is a glorious
event."
"We can't thank you enough," Willie piped. "You're a true sport,
Mr. Speed, and we aim to see that you don't get the worst of it
in no way. This here race is goin' to be on the square-you hear
me talk-in'. No double-cross this time." Unconsciously the
speaker's hand strayed to the gun at his belt, while his smile
was grim. Speed started.
"What day shall we set?" inquired Stover.
Wally rapidly calculated the date of Culver's arrival, and said:
"A week from Saturday." Covington would soon be _en route_,
and was due to arrive a few days thereafter.
"We'd like to make it to-morrow," ventured Willie.
"Oh, but I must have a chance to get in trim," said the college
man.
"One week from Saturday goes," announced Stover, "and we thank
you again." Turning to Carara, he directed: "Rope your buckskin,
and hike for the Centipede. Tell 'em to unlimber their coin. I'll
draw a month's wages in advance for every son-of-a-gun on the
Flying Heart, and we'll arrange details to-night."
"_Si_," agreed Carara.
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