Here Berkeley Fresno spoke. "Of course not. And you mustn't think that Speed is trying to get out of the race. He _wants_ to run! And if anything happened to prevent his running he'd be broken-hearted, I know he would!" Willie's hypnotic eye left the trainer's abdomen and travelled slowly to Speed. "What could happen?" questioned he. "N-nothing that I know of." "You don't aim to leave?" "Certainly not." "Oh, you fellows take it too seriously," Fresno offered carelessly. "He might _have_ to." Willie's upper lip drew back, showing his yellow teeth. "They don't sell no railroad tickets before Saturday, and the walkin' is bad. There's your breakfast, Mr. Speed. When you've et your fill, you better rest. And don't talk to them ladies, neither; it spoils your train of thought!" CHAPTER XIV Now that the possibility of escape from the Flying Heart was cut off, the young man felt agonizing regret that he had not yielded to his trainer's earlier importunities and taken refuge in flight while there was yet time. It would have been undignified, perhaps; but once away from these single-minded cattle-men, his life would have been safe at least, and he could have trusted his ingenuity to reinstate him in Miss Blake's good graces. Everything was too late now. Even if he made a clean breast of the whole affair to Jean, or to her brother when he arrived, what good would that do? He doubted Jack's ability to save him, in the light of what had just passed; for men like Willie cared nothing for the orders of the person whose pay-roll they chanced to grace. And Willie was not alone, either; the rest of the crew were equally desperate. What heed would these nomads pay to Jack Chapin's commands, once they learned the truth? They were Arabs who owed allegiance to no one but themselves, the country was wild, the law was feeble, it was twenty miles to the railroad! And, besides, the thought of confession was abhorrent. Physical injury, no matter how severe, was infinitely preferable to Helen Blake's disdain. He cast about desperately for some saving loophole, but found himself trapped--completely, hopelessly trapped. There were still, however, two days of grace, and to youth two days is an eternity. Therefore, he closed his eyes and trusted to the unexpected. How the unexpected could get past that grim, watchful sentry just outside the door he could not imagine, but when the breakfast-bell reminded him of his hunger, he banished his fears for the sake of the edibles his custodians had served. "Don't you want anything to eat?" he inquired, when Larry made no move to depart for the cook-house. "No." "Not hungry, eh?" "I'm hungry enough to eat a plush cushion, but--" "What?" "Mary!" "Mariedetta?" "Sure. She's been chasin' me again. If somebody don't side-track that Cuban, I'll have to lick Carara." He sighed. "I told you we'd ought to tin-can it out of here. Now it's too late."