Mariedetta took the message and turned silently, but as she went she flashed a look at Glass which caused that short-waisted gentleman to wink at his companion. "Some frill! Eh? I'm for her! She's strong for me, too." "How do you know?" "We talked it over. I gave her a little kiss to keep for me." "Careful, Larry! She may have a cowboy sweetheart." Glass grunted, disparagingly. "Them ginnys is jokes to me." As Speed talked he clad himself in his silken uniform, donned his spiked shoes, and pinned the medals upon his chest. "How do I look?" he queried. "Immense! If she likes athletes, it's a walk-away for you." "Then give me the baby-blue bath robe with the monogram. We'll go out and trot around a little." But his complacency received a shock as he stepped out upon the veranda. Not only Helen Blake awaited him, but the other girls as well, while out in front were a dozen or more cowboys whom Fresno had rallied. "Goin' to take a little run, eh?" inquired Stover. "We allowed we'd lay off a few minutes and watch you." "Thanks!" "Yes," Fresno spoke up. "I told the boys we'd better hold a stop- watch on you and see what shape you're in." "A stop-watch?" said Glass, sharply. "Yes. I have one." "Not to-day," said Speed's trainer. "No!" he admonished, as his protege turned upon him. "Some other time, mebbe. You're just off a long trip, and I can't risk gettin' you stove up." "To-morrow, perhaps," urged Fresno. "I wouldn't promise." "Then the next day. I've timed lots of men. The watch is correct."