I don't reckon he could sleep none after that if he tried."
Stover pointed to the striped elastic coils of the exerciser
against the wall. "I didn't want to speak about it while they was
here," said he, "but one of them young ladies lost her garters."
"That's not a pair of garters, that's a chest-weight."
"Jest wait for what?"
"Chest-weight--chest-developer."
"Oh!" Stover examined the device curiously, "I thought a chest-
developer came in a bottle."
Fresno explained the operation of the apparatus, at which the
cow-man remarked, admiringly: "That young feller is all right,
ain't he?"
"Think so?"
"Sure! Don't you?"
Fresno explained his doubts by a crafty lift of his brows and a
shrug. "I thought so--at first."
Stover wheeled upon him abruptly. "What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing."
After a pause the foreman remarked, vaguely, "He's the
intercollegit champeen of Yale."
"Oh no, hardly that, or I would have heard of him."
"Ain't he no champeen?"
"Champion of the running broad smile and the half-mile talk
perhaps.
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