hese dogs fur a while!' says Butsy.

"'I'd like to,' says Peewee, 'but I can't. I might miss somethin','
'n' he goes back to where the crowd is.

"We waits fur about a hour.

"'Why don't ye git a lawyer that ain't got no autymobile?' says
somebody to Burns.

"'They've all got 'em,' says Burns. 'I'll give ye a dollar fer every
lawyer in Mount Clinton ye can name who ain't got one of the blame
things!'

"'How about Sam Koons?' says somebody.

"'Got one just the other day,' says Burns. 'It's made up to Bucyrus.
It's called the Speeding Queen. He give three hundred and twenty
dollars cash fer it.'

"Not long after that I begins to notice a noise. It ain't like any
other sound I ever hears before. It gets right into my system. It's
gettin' closer 'n' pretty soon I think I'll go find a nail 'n' bite on
it.

"'What's that?' says Peewee.

"'It's him,' says Burns. 'It's Harry. If he don't have no bad luck
he'll be here in twenty minutes. He ain't over a half a mile away
right now.'

"'I hope they ain't no children on the road,' says Peewee.

"I figgers this Harry Evans is sure ridin' a threshin'-machine with its
insides loose, but when he comes through the gates I gets a shock.
Say,--his machine ain't much bigger'n a good-sized sardine can! It's
painted red 'n' smoke's comin' out of the front of it. I can roll
faster'n it's movin', but it keeps a-shakin' so he can't hardly set in
the seat.

"When it's pretty close I see he's a little guy with specs 'n' a yellow
coat on, but he's bein' shook so I can't hardly see what he does look
like.

"'How-dee-do!' he says, when he gets her stopped. 'Er,--it occurs to
me that I may be a little late. . . . Will any of you gentlemen
indulge in a Cuban Beauty?' He fishes some long black stogies out of
his pocket, but they don't nobody go against 'em, except him--he lights
one.

"Then the crowd shows him the locked stalls 'n' everybody takes a shot
at tellin' him what ought to be did.

"'Er,--it occurs to me,' says this Harry Evans, 'that there is a simple
way out of the--er--difficulty.'

"'There's class to him,' says Peewee.

"'How's that?' says some one in the crowd.

"'If Colonel Hunter here will tender me--er--eighty-six dollars in
behalf of my client,' says Harry Evans, 'I'll instruct my client to
unlock the stalls.'

"'There you are!' says Peewee.

"The big Jasper lets out a fierce roar.

"'Not by a damn sight!' says he. 'We leased these grou