"Can't we time him with a ordinary watch?"
"Sure. We can take yours. It won't be exact, but--"
"I ain't got no watch. I bet mine last night at the Centipede.
Willie's got one, though."
"Mind you, he may be all right," Fresno repeated, reassuringly;
then hearing the object of their discussion approaching with his
trainer, the two strolled out through the bunk-room, Stover a
prey to a new-born suspicion, Fresno musing to himself that
diplomacy was not a lost art.
"You're a fine friend, you are!" Speed exploded, when he and
Glass were inside the gymnasium. "What made you say 'yes'?"
"I had to."
"Rot, Larry! You played into Fresno's hands deliberately! Now
I've got to spend my evenings in bed while he sits in the hammock
and sings _Dearie_." He shook his head gloomily. "Who knows
what may happen?"
"It will do you good to get some sleep, Wally."
"But I don't want to sleep!" cried the exasperated suitor. "I
want to make love. Do you think I came all the way from New York
to sleep? I can do that at Yale."
"Take it from me, Bo, you've got plenty of time to win that dame.
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