\"Pullyourselftogether，Jeff!\"saidBill，afterapause。\"Thar!
Lookyar!\"hesaidsuddenly。\"DoyouthinkyoucandriveSIX？\"
ThewordsrecalledJefftohissenses。Billlaidthesixreinsinhishands。Asenseoflife，ofactivity，ofPOWER，camebacktotheyoungman，ashisfingerscloseddeliciouslyonthefar—
reaching，thrilling，livingleathernsinewsthatcontrolledthesixhorses，andseemedtobeinstinctandmagneticwiththeirboundinglife。Jeff，leaningbackagainstthem，feltthestrongyouthfultiderushbacktohisheart，andwashimselfagain。Bill，meantime，tookthelamp，examinedthepapers，andreadMissMayfield’snote。Agrimsmilestoleoverhisface。Afterapause，hesaidagain，\"GiveBlueGrassherhead，Jeff。D——nit，sheain’tMissMayfield!\"
Jeffrelaxedthemusclesofhiswrists，soastothrowthethumbandforefingersatrifleforward。ThissimpleactionrelievedBlueGrass，aliasMissMayfield，andmadethecoachsteadierandlessjerky。Wonderfulco—relationofforces。