"
"Oh, they won't try to _kill_ you. They'll probably shoot
you in the legs. That's just as good, and it's a heap easier to
get away with."
Speed felt his knee-caps twitching.
"I've got it!" said he at last. "I'll run at night!"
Stover hesitated thoughtfully. "I don't reckon you could do
yourself justice that-away, but you might do your trainin' at
daylight. The Centipede goes to work the same time we do, and the
chances is your assassin won't miss his breakfast."
"Good! I--I'll do that!"
"I sure admire your courage, but if you see anything suspicious,
let us know. We'll git 'em," said Willie.
"Thank you."
The two men went out, whereupon Glass chattered:
"W--what did I tell you? It's worse'n suicide to stick around
this farm. I'm going to blow."
"Where are you going?"
"New York. Let's beat it!"
"Never!" exclaimed the college man, stubbornly. We'll hear from
Covington before long. Besides, I can't leave until I get some
money from home."
"Let's walk."
"Don't be a fool!"
"Then I've got to have a drink.
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