You are his best
friend."
"What can I say?" demanded the bewildered Speed, unhappily. "I
don't care what you say, I don't care what you do--only do
_something_, and do it quickly before he has time to leave
Chicago." Then sensing the hesitation in her companion's face:
"Or perhaps you prefer to have Helen know the deceit you have
practiced upon her? And I fancy these cowboys would resent the
joke, don't you? What do you think would happen if they
discovered their champion to be merely a cheerleader with a
trunkful of new clothes, who can't do a single out-door sport--
not one!"
"Wait!" Speed mopped his brow with a red-and-blue silk
handkerchief. "I'll do my best."
"Then I shall do my part." And Mrs. Keap, who could not bear
deception, turned and went indoors while J. Wallingford Speed, a
prey to sundry misgivings, stumbled down the steps, his head in a
whirl.
CHAPTER VII
Berkeley Fresno was devoting himself to Miss Blake.
"What do you think of our decorations?" she inquired.
"They are more or less athletic," he declared.
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