correct." "Let's see it." Glass held out his hand. "Oh, it's a good watch. It cost me one hundred and twenty-five dollars." As Glass reached for the timepiece an unfortunate accident occurred. Speed struck his elbow, and the watch fell. Fresno dove for it, then held it to his ear and shook it. "You've broken it!" he cried, accusingly. "Oh, I'm sorry! My fault," Speed apologized. "If it was your fault, maybe you'll fix it," suggested the tenor. "Gladly!" Speed turned to his trainer. "Buy a new alarm--clock for our little friend." He stripped off his bath robe, and handed it to his trainer. "Is she looking at me?" he whispered. "Both eyes, big as saucers." Speed settled his spikes into the dirt as he had seen other sprinters do, set himself for an instant, then loped easily around the house and out of sight. To the cowboys this athletic panoply was vastly impressive. With huge satisfaction they noticed the sleeveless shirt, the loose running-trunks, and, above all, the generous display of medals. With a wild yell of delight they broke out upon the trail of their champion, only to have Glass thrust his corpulent body in their path. With an upflung arm he stemmed the tide. "It's no use, boys," he cried, "he's a mile away!" CHAPTER VI "This doesn't look much like our storehouse, does it?" Jean paused in her task, and, seating herself upon the summit of a step-ladder, scrutinized with satisfaction the transformation wrought by a myriad of college flags, sofa cushions, colored shawls, and bunting. Roberta Keap dropped her hammer with an exclamation of pain. "Ouch!" she cried, "I've hurt my thumb. I can't hit where I look when people are talking."