"I have been trying to get a word alone with you ever since I heard about this foot-race." The young man chilled with apprehension as Mrs. Keap turned her dark eyes upon him searchingly.
"Why do you want to run?"
"To win back the cowboys' treasure. My heart is touched," he declared, boldly. Mrs. Keap smiled.
"I believe the latter, but are you sure you can win?"
"Abso-blooming-lutely."
"I didn't know you were a sprinter."
Speed shrugged his shoulders.
"Have you had experience?"
"Oceans of it!"
Mrs. Keap mused for a moment. "Tell me," said she, finally, "at what intercollegiate game did you run last?"