May I show you a surprise I brought for you?" She
unwrapped her parcel, and proudly displayed a pallid, anaemic
cake garlanded with wild flowers.
Speed was honestly overcome. "For me?"
"For you. It isn't even cold yet, see! I made it before
breakfast, and it looks even better than the one I baked at
school!"
"That's what I call fine," declared the youth. "By Jove! and I'm
so fond of cake!"
"Have a care!" breathed Larry, rising nervously, but Speed paid
no attention.
"Break it with your own hands, please. Besides, it's too hot to
cut."
Miss Blake broke it with her own hands, during which operation
the brown face of the man outside reappeared in the window. At
sight of the cake he spoke sharply, and Lawrence lumbered swiftly
across the floor and laid a heavy hand upon the cake.
"Mr. Speed!" he cried warningly.
"Here, take your foot off my angel-food!" fiercely ordered the
youth. But the other was like adamant.
"Bo, you are about to contest for the honor of this ranch! That
cake will make a bum of you!"
"Oh--h!" gasped the author of the delicacy.
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