"You overwhelm me with these little attentions," retorted Mr.
Speed.
"Where you goin' to run to-day?" inquired the first speaker.
"I don't know. Why?"
"We thought you might do a hundred yards agin time."
"Nix!" interposed Glass, hurriedly. "I can't let him overdo at
the start. Besides, we ain't got no stop-watch."
"I got a reg'lar watch," said Willie, "and I can catch you pretty
close. We'd admire to see you travel some, Mr. Speed."
But Glass vowed that he was in charge of his protege's health,
and would not permit it. Once outside, however, he exclaimed:
"That's more of Fresno's work, Wally! I tell you, he's Jerry.
He'll rib them pirates to clock you, and if they do--well, you'd
better keep runnin', that's all."
"You can do me a favor," said Speed. "Buy that watch."
"There's other watches on the farm."
"Buy them all, and bring me the bill."
Before setting out on his daily grind, Speed announced to his
trainer that he had decided to take him along for company, and
when that corpulent gentleman rebelled on the ground that the day
was too sultry, his employer would have none of it, so together
they trotted away later in the morning, Speed in his silken suit,
Glass running flat-footed and with great effort.
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