The cow-men beamed benignantly.
"That's fine!"
"We are sure pleased, and we've got something for you, Mr. Speed.
Come on, Mr. Fresno, and give us a hand. We'll bring it in."
"It's a present!" exclaimed the athlete, brightly, when the three had gone out. "They seem more friendly this morning."
"Yes!" Glass laughed, mirthlessly. "They think you're going to win."
"Well, how do you know I can't win? You never saw this cook run."
"I don't have to; I've seen you."
"Just the same, I'm in pretty good shape. Maybe I could run if I really tried."
"Send yourself along, Kid. It won't harm you none." The speaker fanned himself, and took a seat in the cosey-corner.
"Ah! Here they come, bearing gifts." Speed rose in pleased expectancy. "I wonder what it can be?"