"Buy a new alarm--clock
for our little friend." He stripped off his bath robe, and handed
it to his trainer. "Is she looking at me?" he whispered.
"Both eyes, big as saucers."
Speed settled his spikes into the dirt as he had seen other
sprinters do, set himself for an instant, then loped easily
around the house and out of sight.
To the cowboys this athletic panoply was vastly impressive. With
huge satisfaction they noticed the sleeveless shirt, the loose
running-trunks, and, above all, the generous display of medals.
With a wild yell of delight they broke out upon the trail of
their champion, only to have Glass thrust his corpulent body in
their path. With an upflung arm he stemmed the tide.
"It's no use, boys," he cried, "he's a mile away!"
CHAPTER VI
"This doesn't look much like our storehouse, does it?" Jean
paused in her task, and, seating herself upon the summit of a
step-ladder, scrutinized with satisfaction the transformation
wrought by a myriad of college flags, sofa cushions, colored
shawls, and bunting.
Roberta Keap dropped her hammer with an exclamation of pain.
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