"
"Or _I'll_ close them for you!" The lad scowled; his
companion laughed mirthlessly.
"Don't start nothin' like that--I'd ruin you. Gals is bad for a
man in trainin' anyhow."
"I suppose I'm not to see her--"
"You can _see_ her, but I want to hear what you say to her.
No emotion till after this race, Wally."
"You're an idiot! This whole affair is preposterous--ridiculous."
"And yet it don't make us laugh, does it?" Glass mocked.
"If these cowboys make me run that race, they'll be sorry--mark
my words, they'll be sorry."
Speed lighted a cigarette and inhaled deeply, but only once. The
other lunged at him with a cry and snatched it. "Give me that
cigarette!"
"I've had enough of this foolishness," Wally stormed. "You are
discharged!"
"I wish I was."
"You are!"
"_Not!_"
"I say you are fired!" Glass stared at him. "Oh, I mean it! I
won't be bullied."
"Very well." Glass rose ponderously. "I'll wise up that queen of
yours, Mr. Speed."
"You aren't going to talk to Miss Blake? Wait!" Speed wilted
miserably. "She mustn't know.
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