Mrs. Keap wrung her hands. "I was so terribly frightened! You see, Jack will be back to-morrow, and I--was afraid--" There was a call from Glass from the training-quarters. "How can I ever do enough for you? You have averted a tragedy!" "Don't let Helen know, that's all. If she thought I'd been the head yeller--" "I won't breathe a word, and I hope you win the race for her sake." Mrs. Keap pressed the hand of her deliverer, who trudged his lonely way toward the gymnasium, where Glass was saying: "'The volley was fired at sunrise.' That means Saturday, Bo." "Larry, you're the best crepe-hanger of your weight in the world." Larry bent a look of open disgust upon his employer. "And you're a good runner, you are," said he. "Why, _I_ beat you this morning." The younger man glanced up hopefully. "Couldn't you beat this cook?" "You're the only man in this world I can outrun. "'A tear, a sigh, a last good-bye.'" "_Shut up!_" As Glass consented to do this, the speaker mused, bitterly, "'Early to bed and early to rise.' I wish I had the night- watchman who wrote those words." "Didn't you never see the sun rise before?" "Certainly not. I don't stay up that late." "Well, ain't it beautiful!" The stout man turned admiring eyes to the eastward, and his husky voice softened. "All them colors and tints and shades and stuff! And New York on the other end!" "I'm too tired to see beauty in anything." As if mindful of a neglected duty, Glass turned upon him. "What are you waiting for? Get those dog-beds off your back." He seized the slack of a sweater and gave it a jerk. "Don't be so rough; I'll come. You might care to remember you're working for me." "I am working"--Glass dragged his protege about the room regardless of complaints that were muffled by the thickness of the sweaters--"for my life, and I'll be out of a job Saturday. Now, get under that shower!" CHAPTER XIII "Do you know, Larry, I'm beginning to like these warm showers; they rest me." As he spoke, Wally took his place beneath the barrel and pulled the cord that connected with the nozzle. The next instant he uttered a piercing shriek and leaped from beneath the apparatus, upsetting Glass, who rose in time to fling his charge back into the deluge. "Let me out!" yelled the athlete, and made another dash, at which his guardian bellowed: "Stand still, or I'll wallop you! What's got into you, anyhow?" The heads of Stover and Willie, thrust through the door, nodded with gratification. "It's got him livened up considerable," quoth the former. "Listen to that!" It seemed that a battle must be in progress behind the screen, for, mingled with the gasping screams of the athlete and the hoarse commands of the trainer, came sounds of physical contact. The barrel rocked upon its scaffold, the curtains swayed and flapped violently. "Stand still!" "It's--it's as c-c-cold as _ice!_" "Nix! You're overheated, that's all." "Ow-w-w! Ooo-h-h! I'm dying!" "It'll do you good."