Well, she believes, from something I said--one of
those odd moments, you know--that I'm a great athlete, and she
told those cowboys that I'd gladly put on my spiked shoes and
carry their colors to victory. You've heard about the
phonograph?"
Glass smiled wearily. "I can't hear nothing else. The gang is
daffy on grand opera."
"When I was accused of being an athlete I couldn't deny it, could
I?"
"I see. You was stringin' the gal, and she called you, eh?"
"I wouldn't express it in quite those terms. I may have
exaggerated my abilities slightly." Glass laughed. "She is such a
great admirer of athletics, it was quite natural. Any man would
have done the same. She got me committed in front of the cowboys,
and I had to accept--or be a quitter."
Glass nodded appreciatively. "All the same," said he, "you've got
more nerve than a burglar. How you goin' to side-step?"
"I made the match for an 'unknown.'" Speed winked. "Covington
will be here in a day or two. I'll wire him to hurry up.
Fortunately I brought a lot of athletic clothes with me, so I'll
go into training under your direction.
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