"It's all right, Mr. Skinner--" But Skinner leaped to his feet.
"Don't try anything like that!" he cried, in a terrible voice
that brought Gabby Gallagher striding toward them.
"What's goin' on here? Are they try in' to fix you, Skinner?"
"Not a bit like it," Glass protested stoutly. "I only asked him
which side he'd rather run on, and now he calls for police
protection."
"Don't try it again, that's all!" the cook warned, sullenly.
"I reckon I'll take a hand in this!" Gallagher was in a fine
rage, and would have fallen upon the offender had not Stover
stepped in his path.
"I reckon you won't!" he said easily.
The two glared at each other, and were standing thus when Speed
and his trainer moved gently off. They made their way to the
house in comparative silence. "I--I made a mistake," said Wally.
"You've been jobbed like you was a baby," said Glass. "There
ain't but one thing to do now. Go into the house and change your
clothes, and when you get ready to run, get ready to run for your
life--and mine." Over on the race-course Gallagher was inquiring:
"Who's goin' to send these y'ere athaletes away?"
"I am!" announced Willie without hesitation "Bein' perhaps the
handiest man present with a weepon, I'm goin' to start this
journey.
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