Am I right, Mr. Glass?"
Now, like most fat men, Lawrence Glass was fond of his rest, and
since his arrival at the Flying Heart his sleeping-hours had been
shortened considerably, so for once he agreed with the
Californian. "No question about it," said he. "And I'll sleep
here with him if you'll put a couple of cots in the place."
"But suppose Mr. Speed won't do it?" questioned Miss Blake.
"You ask him, and he won't refuse," said Jean.
"We don't want to see him defeated," urged Helen's other suitor;
at which the girl rose, saying doubtfully:
"Of course I'll do my best, if you think it's really important."
"Thank you," said Stover gratefully, while Fresno congratulated
himself upon an easy victory. "I'll ask him at once, but you must
come along, Jean, and you too, Mr. Glass."
The two girls took Speed's trainer with them, and went forth in
search of the young man.
"It's up to you fellows to see that he gets to bed early," said
Fresno, when he and Stover were alone.
"Leave it to us. And as for gettin' up, we turn out at daylight.
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