suppose it is all right,--and proceeded to show, like Sam
Patch, that some things can be done as well as others.
Halicarnassus and the Anakim took up their position in line
on the other side of the road, hat in hand, watching.

"Go fast, and shame them," whispered Grande, from the
back-seat, and the suggestion jumped with my own mood.
It was a moment of intense excitement. To be or not to
be. I jerked the lines. Pegasus did not start.

"C-l-k-l-k!" No forward movement.

"Huddup!" Still waiting for reinforcements.

"H-w-e." (Attempt at a whistle. Dead failure.)

(Sotto voce.) "O you beast!" (Pianiassimo.) "Gee! Haw! haw!
haw!" with a terrible jerking of the reins.

A voice over the way, distinctly audible, utters the cabalistic
words, "Two forty." Another voice, as audible, asks, "Which'll
you bet on?" It was not soothing. It did seem as if the imp
of the perverse had taken possession of that terrible nag to
go and make such a display at such a moment. But as his will
rose, so did mine, and my will went up, my whip went with it;
but before it came down, Halicarnassus made shift to drone out,
"Wouldn't Flora go faster, if she was untied?"

To be sure, I had forgotten to unfasten him, and there those
two men had stood and known it all the time! I was in the