"What is it?"
"Your man Speed isn't taking care of himself."
"What did I tell you?" said Willie to his companions.
"It seems to me that in justice to you boys he shouldn't act this
way," Fresno ran on. "Now, for instance, the water in his shower-
bath is tepid."
There was an instant's silence before Stover inquired, with
ominous restraint:
"Who's been monkeying with it?"
"It's warm!"
"Oh!" It was a sigh of relief.
"A man can't get in shape taking warm shower-baths. Warm water
weakens a person."
"Mebbe you-all will listen to me next time!" again cried Willie,
triumphantly. "I said at the start that a bath never helped
nobody. When they're hot they saps a man's courage, and when
they're cold they--"
"No, no! You don't understand! For an athlete the bath ought to
be cold--the colder the better. It's the shock that hardens a
fellow."
"Has he weakened himself much?" inquired the foreman.
"Undoubtedly, but--"
"What?"
"If we only had some ice--"
"We got ice; plenty of it. We got a load from the railroad
yesterday.
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