"They watch me closer 'n they do
him."
Covington considered for a moment
"It certainly looks bad, but perhaps
the other fellow can't run either. Who
Is he?"
"A cook named Skinner."
"Happy flame! Well, two-thirds of
a sprint Is In the start How does
Wally get in motion, Lawrence?"
"Like a sacred ox," Glass could not
conceal his contempt
"I'll give him some pointers; it will
all help." But Speed was nervous
and awkward so awkward, in fact,
that the coach finally gave it up as a
bad Job, saying:
"It's no use, Wally, you've got fool
feet."
"I have, eh? Well, I didn't break
them getting out of Jail."
"The less said about that Jail the
better. I'm In trouble myself."
Speed might have explained that his
chum's dilemma was by no means so
serious as he imagined, had not
watchman Willie thrust his bead
through the open window at that mo
ment with the remark:
"Time to get busy i "
"We'll be right with you!" Glass
seized his protege by the arm and bore
him away, muttering: "Stick It out,
brother, we're nearln' the end!"
Again Speed donned his runnlng-sutt
and took to the road for his farewell
practice. ' Again Willie followed at a
distance on horseback, watching the
hills warily. But all hope had fled
from the Yale man now, and he re
turned to bis training-quarters dis
heartened, resigned.
