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Sowing the Seeds. 9 he felt the liquor. Fired by a spirit of mischief, or of brageadocio, he forced his way into the nearest group of indians, and gave Deerfoot a rude clap on the shoulder. “Well, we beat you, old cockalorum,” he cried, “and we ll do it every time.” “Mebbe so,” replied Deerfoot, drawing himself up proudly. “No can tell.” “Can't we, though?” said Steve. “I’d like to know. Look here, old man, you’re not in it with us on anything. We've whitewashed you on football, an’ we've got men here that can clean out any of your set in racing or wrest- ling. Don’t you believe it?” “Mebbe,” replied the young Indian, with a gleam of anger and contempt in his dark eyes. “Me willing to run-with any white boy; me throw any one, too.” — “Hurrah! do you hear that, fellows?” shouted Steve, tossing his cap in the air. “Deerfoot challenges you all to a racing and wrestling match.” ln a moment a hundred students had swarmed forward © and surrounded the group, and Linn Hilliard was loudly urged to take up the challenge at once. “Let’s have it right off,” cried one. ‘Win more laurels for the college, old fellow.” “Go it, Linn,” yelled another. “You can beat him.” “t€ Linn beats him running I'll down him ,in a wrest- ling match,” Bruce Cameron cried, boastfully. Linn was quite helpless in the matter. He disliked the idea of being dragged into the race by Steve Halsey, whom he heartily despised; and, moreover, he felt that he was no match in speed for Deerfoot. But his com- panions allowed him no choice, and the contestants were shortly drawn up side by side just within the main gate of the grounds. It was agreed that the race should be clear around the field, from corner to corner, finishing up Eomichbookssco