"D'you know that road? It's all cut out of the side of the mountain,
and there's places where if she was to side-slip you'd go down
'undreds of thousands of feet. And there's sharp turns, too;
but the surface is good, so Henery he lets her out, and down they go,
whizzin' round the turns and skatin' out near the edge,
and the old cove sittin' there enjoyin' it, never knowin' the danger.
And comin' to one turn Henery gives a toot on the 'orn,
and then he heard somethin' go `toot, toot' right away down the mountain.

"'Bout a mile ahead it seemed to be, and Henery reckoned he'd go
another four miles before he'd ketch it, so he chances them turns
more than ever. And she was pretty hot, too; but he kept her at it,
and he hadn't gone a full mile till he come round a turn
about forty miles an hour, and before he could stop he run right into it,
and wot do you think it was?"

I hadn't the faintest idea.

"A circus. One of them travellin' circuses, goin' down the coast;
and one of the elephants had sore feet, so they put him in a big waggon,
and another elephant pulled in front and one pushed behind.
Three elephant-power it was, right enough. That was the waggon wot made
the big track. Well, it was all done so sudden. Before Henery could stop,
he runs the radiator -- very near boiling she was -- up against the
elephant's tail, and prints the pattern of the latest honeycomb radiator
on the elephant as clear as if you done it with a stencil.

"The elephant, he lets a roar out of him like one of them bulls bellerin',
and he puts out his nose and ketches Henery round the neck,
and yanks him out of the car, and chucks him right clean over the cliff,