Don't you know that
the worst thing in the world for an athlete is to talk to a
woman?"
"That's the worst thing in the world for anybody," said Willie,
with cynicism. "But how can we stop it?"
"Make him eat as well as sleep in his training-quarters; don't
let him spend any time whatever in female company. Keep your eyes
on him night and day."
Willie spoke his mind deliberately. "I'm in favor of that. If
this is another Humpy Joe affair I'm a-goin' to put one more
notch in my gun-handle, and it looks like a cub bear had chawed
it already."
"There ain't but one thing to do," Stover announced, firmly.
"We've got to put it up to Mr. Glass and learn the truth."
"You'll find him in the bunk-house," directed Fresno. "I think
I'll trail along and hear what he has to say."
CHAPTER IX
Glass had gone to the cowboys' sleeping-quarters in search of his
employer, and was upon the point of leaving when the delegation
filed in. He regarded them with careless contempt, and removed
his clay pipe to exclaim, cheerfully:
"B--zoo gents! Where's my protege?"
"I don't know.
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