The three who had just left re-entered the room, carrying a tray- load of thick railroad crockery.
"We've brought your breakfast to you," explained Stover. "We'd like you to eat alone till after the race." Still Bill began to whittle what appeared to be a blood-rare piece of flesh, while Willie awkwardly arranged the dishes.
"You want me to eat as well as sleep here?"
"Exactly."
"Oh, I can't do that! I'm sorry, but—"
"Don't make us insist." Willie looked up from his tray, and Glass raised a moist hand and said:
"Don't make 'em insist."
With fascinated stare Speed drew nearer to Stover and examined the meat bone.
"Why—why, that's raw!" he exclaimed.
"Does look rar'," agreed the foreman.