"Glad you left Oakland, Billy?" she snuggled.
"Huh!" came his answer. "Is a clam happy?"
CHAPTER VIII
Every half tide Billy raced out the south wall over the dangerous
course he and Hall had traveled, and each trial found him doing
it in faster time.
"Wait till Sunday," he said to Saxon. "I'll give that poet a run
for his money. Why, they ain't a place that bothers me now. I've
got the head confidence. I run where I went on hands an' knees. I
figured it out this way: Suppose you had a foot to fall on each
side, an' it was soft hay. They'd be nothing to stop you. You
wouldn't fall. You'd go like a streak. Then it's just the same if
it's a mile down on each side. That ain't your concern. Your
concern is to stay on top and go like a streak. An', d'ye know,
Saxon, when I went at it that way it never bothered me at all.
Wait till he comes with his crowd Sunday. I'm ready for him."
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