. There were five events in the
Pentathlon and ten in the Decathlon. _Jim Thorpe won them all_.

He won the all-round championship of America a couple of times, a feat
paled by those he accomplished in the Olympian Games. He is the greatest
football player that ever lived, and one of the greatest Major League
baseball players, drawing a large salary from one of the clubs, and
playing yet. And if you don't believe me, all you have to do is to look
at the sporting-records.

Whitey was greatly disappointed when Single was driven out of the bunk
house. He wanted to hear the rest of that story about the third wife's
half brother. So Whitey went after Single, and tried to coax him to come
back.

And the other punchers were sorry that they had been so hasty, for they
wanted to see how far Single's imagination would carry him.

Whitey had heard an old yarn about a parrot in a mining camp. A magician
was giving a performance at the camp, and after every trick the miners
would say, "I wonder what he's going to do next?" One of them was
smoking, a spark fell in a keg of powder, and blew the camp away from
that place. The parrot landed a quarter of a mile off, most of his
feathers gone, his cage was a wreck. And, peering out, he asked, "I
wonder what he's going to do next?"

That was the way it was with those cowpunchers, and they joined Whitey,
and finally smoothed over Single's feelings, and coaxed him to continue
his story--which he wanted to do, anyway.

"Well, this here Sam Sharp had his faults," Single continued, when he
was settled again in his seat. "For a feller that c'd move so quick he
was s'prisin' lazy; so lazy he'd trip over his feet gettin' out o' his
own way. An' drinkin', an' gamblin'!--say, I won't take your time
tellin' you all th' things he liked. All you had t' do was t' ast
yourself was a thing wrong. If it was, Sam liked it.

"Bein' a champeen, o' course Sam had a manager what made money out o'
Sam's stunts, for both o' 'em. This manager was a white man named
Gallager, an' his life was made a burden, for he had t' train Sam for
them there stunts, an' Sam didn't cotton to trainin' nonesoever. When he
oughta be doin' it, he'd be off dancin', or drinkin', or pokerin', or
somethin'. An' Gallager got sicker an' sicker of such doin's.

"Well, bein' a Injun, Sam had a med'cine. It was a twig. Where he got
it I don't know, but it was firm fixed in Sam's nut that he couldn't run
without that there twig was tu