Yah! Yah! Yah!
Ein--zwei--drei--Mutter! Yah! Yah! Yah!
She climb upon der shteeple,
Und she frighten all der people,
Singin' michnai--ghignai--shtingal! Yah! Yah!"

That is 007 covering his one hundred and fifty-six miles in two hundred
and twenty-one minutes.

THE MALTESE CAT

They had good reason to be proud, and better reason to be afraid, all
twelve of them; for though they had fought their way, game by game,
up the teams entered for the polo tournament, they were meeting
the Archangels that afternoon in the final match; and the Archangels men
were playing with half a dozen ponies apiece. As the game was divided
into six quarters of eight minutes each, that meant a fresh pony after
every halt. The Skidars' team, even supposing there were no accidents,
could only supply one pony for every other change; and two to one is
heavy odds. Again, as Shiraz, the grey Syrian, pointed out, they were
meeting the pink and pick of the polo-ponies of Upper India, ponies that
had cost from a thousand rupees each, while they themselves were a cheap
lot gathered, often from country-carts, by their masters, who belonged
to a poor but honest native infantry regiment.

"Money means pace and weight," said Shiraz, rubbing his black-silk nose
dolefully along his neat-fitting boot, "and by the maxims of the game as
I know it--"

"Ah, but we aren't playing the maxims," said The Maltese Cat. "We're
playing the game; and we've the great advantage of knowing the game.
Just think a stride, Shiraz! We've pulled up from bottom to second
place in two weeks against all those fellows on the ground here. That's
because we play with our heads as well as our feet."

"It makes me feel undersized and unhappy all the same," said Kittiwynk,
a mouse-coloured mare with a red brow-band and the cleanest pair of legs
that ever an aged pony owned. "They've twice our style, these others."

Kittiwynk looked at the gathering and sighed. The hard, dusty
polo-ground was lined with thousands of soldiers, black and white, not
counting hundreds and hundreds of carriages and drags and dogcarts, and
ladies with brilliant-coloured parasols, and officers in uniform and out
of it, and crowds of natives behind them; and orderlies on camels, who
had halted to watch the game, instead of carrying letters up and down
the station; and native horse-dealers running about on thin-eared
Biluchi mares, looking for a chance to sell a