a public road with a rowdy-cart. I'll take good care of the
machine and be back in two hours, honest, Bunch!"

Flash being an old friend of ours Bunch had to fall for the spiel
and loaned him the Bubble forthwith.

Ten minutes later we were so busy listening to the sure-things
falling from the eager tongues of the various friends we met that
we quite forgot all about Flash and the busy barouche.

The first cinch-builder we fell over was Harry McDonough, the
inventor of the stingless mosquito now in use on his Jersey farm.

Harry has the mosquito game down so fine that he's going to take a
double sextette of them into vaudeville next season.

He has trained these twelve skeets to sing "Zobia Grassa," and Al
Holbrook has promised to teach them a Venetian dances.

Harry offered us four winners in the first race and two cigars. He
told us if we lost to smoke the cigars carefully and we'd forget
our troubles and our names; but if we won we could use the cigars
as firecrackers.

Then we ran across Jeff D'Angelis, the composer of the new tune now
played on the automobile horns.

Jeff hadn't picked out a horse to win any race because his loyalty
to sneeze-wagons is so intense that he won't even drink a horse's
neck.