"
He stepped into the bunk-room, to return an instant later with a
cup half full. "Rinse out your mouth, and don't swallow it all."
"All! There isn't that much. Ugh! It's lukewarm. I want a bucket
of ice-water--_ice-water_!"
"Nothing doing! I won't stand to have your epictetus chilled."
"My what?"
"Never mind now. Off with them clothes, and get under that
shower. I guess it'll feel pretty good to-day."
Speed obeyed instructions sullenly, while his trainer, reclining
in the cosey-corner, uncorked the second bottle. From behind the
blanket curtains where the barrel stood, the former demanded:
"What did you mean by saying I'd have to run again this
afternoon?"
"Starts!" said Glass, shortly.
"Starts?"
"Fast work. We been loafing so far; you got to get some ginger."
"Rats! What's the use?"
"No use at all. You couldn't outrun a steam-roller, but if you
won't duck out, I've got to do my best. I'd as lief die of a
gunshot-wound as starve to death in the desert."
"Do you suppose we _could_ run away?"
"Could we!" Glass propped himself eagerly upon one elbow.
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