quickly. "We can't afford to spoil his chances," argued the young man. "There is too much at stake. Am I right, Mr. Glass?" Now, like most fat men, Lawrence Glass was fond of his rest, and since his arrival at the Flying Heart his sleeping-hours had been shortened considerably, so for once he agreed with the Californian. "No question about it," said he. "And I'll sleep here with him if you'll put a couple of cots in the place." "But suppose Mr. Speed won't do it?" questioned Miss Blake. "You ask him, and he won't refuse," said Jean. "We don't want to see him defeated," urged Helen's other suitor; at which the girl rose, saying doubtfully: "Of course I'll do my best, if you think it's really important." "Thank you," said Stover gratefully, while Fresno congratulated himself upon an easy victory. "I'll ask him at once, but you must come along, Jean, and you too, Mr. Glass." The two girls took Speed's trainer with them, and went forth in search of the young man. "It's up to you fellows to see that he gets to bed early," said Fresno, when he and Stover were alone. "Leave it to us. And as for gettin' up, we turn out at daylight. I don't reckon he could sleep none after that if he tried." Stover pointed to the striped elastic coils of the exerciser against the wall. "I didn't want to speak about it while they was here," said he, "but one of them young ladies lost her garters." "That's not a pair of garters, that's a chest-weight." "Jest wait for what?" "Chest-weight--chest-developer." "Oh!" Stover examined the device curiously, "I thought a chest- developer came in a bottle." Fresno explained the operation of the apparatus, at which the cow-man remarked, admiringly: "That young feller is all right, ain't he?" "Think so?"