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GORDON DESERTS HIS POST

"At this rate, Lanny, we won't reach the fence back there before breakfast time. Can't you make her go any faster?"

"No, I can't," replied the engineer shortly, "and if you don't like the way I'm doing this suppose you take a whack at it yourself."

"No, thanks. I'd probably run her right through the stand over there. I'm not criticising your handling of the thing, Lanny, but it's getting a bit chilly and I'm sleepy and——"

"Go on home then. I guess I can do this all right alone."

"Well, don't be grouchy," said Way. "After all, you're the only one of us who's getting any fun out of it. Just walking back and forth like this isn't awfully exciting. Gee, I wish I had my sweater!"

"Tell you what," said Morris. "I'll beat it down town and get some hot coffee!"

"Oh, noble youth!" applauded Gordon. "Get a gallon of it, Morris! And some sandwiches——"

"Or hot-dogs," interpolated Way.

"With plenty of mustard!"

"Who's got any money? I don't think I've got more than fifteen or twenty cents. Dig down, fellows."

They "dug" and a minute later Morris was on

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