fine team, Buck;" he said.

"You bet; come over an' hep me break 'em," replied Buck, with
another grin of delight.

"Wait 'till Wash Gibbs hears 'bout this, an' he'll sure be for
breakin' Young Matt," put in another.

"Better get your fightin' clothes on, Matt; Wash'll never rest
easy until you've done showed him." These and similar remarks
revealed the general view of the situation.

While the men were discussing the matter, a thin, high-pitched
voice from the edge of the crowd, broke in, "That there's a good
lift alright, but hit ain't nothin' t' what I seed when I was t'
th' circus in th' city."

Young Matt, who had started the engine again, turned quickly.
Ollie Stewart was sitting on a horse near by, and at his side, on
the brown pony, was Miss Sammy Lane. They had evidently ridden up
just in time to witness the exhibition of the giant's strength.





CHAPTER XI.

OLLIE STEWART'S GOOD-BY.