u'll see how I fix him."

So speaking, he took a bunch of firecrackers from his pocket and, with
a pin, attached it to the tail of Sammy's coat. Then he set the bunch
on fire and slipped back into the crowd.

Crack! Crack! Bang!

The plot took effect. Sammy was aroused from his reverie by explosion
after explosion in his immediate rear. He started and leaped into the
air in wild amazement.

"By thunder!" he gasped. "Is thet a cannon bustin'?"

The crackers continued to go off, and poor Sammy leaped around worse
than ever.

"Say, mister, what's up?" he asked of a man who was laughing loudly.

"Look behind you," answered the man.

Sammy did so. One look was enough. He began to bellow like a bull and
started off on a run, knocking down several people who happened to be
in his way. At last a police officer stopped him.

"What do you mean by making such a disturbance?" demanded the officer.

"I'm burning up! I'm exploding! Don't you hear me?" gasped poor Sammy.

"Pooh! It's only fire-crackers," and the policeman smiled faintly.

"Take 'em off, mister, please do!" pleaded Sammy. "I'll give you ten
cents for the job!"

"They are about burned out," answered the officer, as the last
firecracker went off with an extra loud bang. "You are safe. Go along
with you." And he waved his stick. Sammy lost no time in sneaking off.
The boy who had played the trick had a good laugh and so did his
companion.

Soon Sammy heard a band and saw some "Milingtary," as he called them,
approaching. The sight of the soldiers with their guns awed him, yet he
followed the procession to a grove, where there was more music and also
speechmaking. He listened to the orations with wide-open mouth, until
he suddenly lost interest when a bit of banana skin was thrown at him,
landing directly in the opening.

"Wah!" he spluttered. "Who threw thet skin at me?"

He could not find the offender and so roamed around the grove,
presently halting before a temporary stand filled with things to eat.
He now discovered that he was tremendously hungry.

"Snathers take the expense," he muttered to himself. "I'm a-goin' to
have something to eat if it breaks me." He had brought along a lunch
from home, but had forgotten it on the train.

He approached the stand and looked the stock of eatables over.

"What's the price o' them bananas, mister?" he asked.

"Two cents each."

"Well, I suppose if I take two you'll let me have 'em fer three cents."

"C