"About seven, usually. Sometimes a little before."
"Seven! Great Snakes, that's halfway to sun-down! That the best you can do?"
"No, sir, I could get up a lot earlier if I wanted to."
"Well, you get up a lot earlier some morning and we'll go out to the track and I'll show you what I'm talking about. Swallow a cup of coffee, or whatever it is you drink in the morning; that's all you'll need; we won't try anything stiff. What do you say to that?"
"Why," replied Perry eagerly, "that would be dandy! Will you really do it, sir? When?"
"To-morrow—no, to-morrow's Sunday. How about Monday? Be outside your house at six and"
Mr. Addicks was interrupted by a knock on the door, and, in response to a lusty "Come in!" Fudge entered.
"Ah," exclaimed Mr. Addicks, "we have with us to-night Arizona Bill, the Boy Hercules!"
