"
"Well, what is it?"
"I had a stomach-laugh slipped to me just now." He began to
shake.
"So you broke up my tete-a-tete to tell me a funny story?"
"Listen here. These cowboys have got you touted for a foot-
runner." This time Glass laughed aloud, hoarsely. "They have
framed a race with a ginny down the block."
"All right, I'll run."
Mr. Glass's face abruptly fell into solemn lines. "Quit your
kiddin', Wally; you couldn't run a hundred yards in twenty
minutes. These guys are on the level. They've sent General Garcia
over to cook it."
"Yes. The race comes off in ten days."
Glass allowed his mouth to drop open and his little eyes to peer
forth in startled amazement.
"Then it's true? I guess this climate is too much for you," he
said. "When did you feel this comin' on?"
Speed laughed. "I know what I'm doing." With an effort at
restraint, the trainer inquired:
"What's the idea?"
"I'll tell you how it came up, Larry. I--I'm very fond of Miss
Blake. That's why I broke the record getting out here as soon as
I was invited.
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