"Yes, I want this telegram to go to the depot as soon as
possible."
Mariedetta took the message and turned silently, but as she went
she flashed a look at Glass which caused that short-waisted
gentleman to wink at his companion.
"Some frill! Eh? I'm for her! She's strong for me, too."
"How do you know?"
"We talked it over. I gave her a little kiss to keep for me."
"Careful, Larry! She may have a cowboy sweetheart."
Glass grunted, disparagingly.
"Them ginnys is jokes to me."
As Speed talked he clad himself in his silken uniform, donned his
spiked shoes, and pinned the medals upon his chest.
"How do I look?" he queried.
"Immense! If she likes athletes, it's a walk-away for you."
"Then give me the baby-blue bath robe with the monogram. We'll go
out and trot around a little."
But his complacency received a shock as he stepped out upon the
veranda. Not only Helen Blake awaited him, but the other girls as
well, while out in front were a dozen or more cowboys whom Fresno
had rallied. "Goin' to take a little run, eh?" inquired Stover.
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