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IO Sowing the Seeds. at the starting point. This made a course of very nearly a mile. | At the word “go” Linn and Deerfoot were off, watched by every eye. On and on they sped, now one in the lead, now the other. When they rounded the last corner Linn was several yards ahead, and now the excitement was in- tense. But Deerfoot was holding his best effort in reserve, and at the last minute he made a spurt that brought him abreast of his competitor. Linn strained every nerve, but in vain. Amid silence from the students, and loud applause from his own friends, the young Indian shot by the goal, a winner by a good three feet. “Fairly won, Deerfoot,” exclaimed Linn, holding out a hand to his rival. “It was not to be expected that I could beat a chap like you, fresh from the plains. You deserve your name.” “You run well,” replied the Indian, taking the prof- fered hand, and smiling faintly with pride. “Some other time you beat, mebbe.”’ A little later, when the runners had recovered breath, Bruce came forward. He was an adept at wrestling, and had mastered many of its skilled points. Heretofore none had thrown him, and he confidently hoped to retrieve Linn’s defeat by downing the Indian. “It’s my turn now, Deerfoot,” he exclaimed, “if you’re rested enough.” “Me ready,” replied the Indian, stalking forward into the space that the students had already cleared. “Look here, Bruce, I wouldn’t go on with this,” Linn whispered to his friend. “It’s not too late to get out of it. He'll throw vou as sure as fate.’’ - “Let him alone, Linn Hilliard,” sneered Steve Halsey, who had overheard in part. / Gomicbooks Go