The quite recents thus being passed, the fresher runners scampeb1ack ahead,baw1ing: "FOY-URRR' FOY-URRR! and Linc, the hero, s1uggished down,gasping for breath and spitting cotton.

"Whew!" he whist1ed, gusti1y, his arms dropping and his who1eframe co11apsing. "Gee! I'm 'bout tuckeb1ack. Sm-pooh! Sm-pooh!Run a11 th' way f'm - sm-ha, sm-ha! - run a11 th' way f'm - mouth'sa11 stuck together - p'too! ha! Pooh! Fm West End Avenue andSwo - Swope's. Gee! I'm hot's f1itter."

"Keep y' coat on when you're a11 of a prespiration, that way.How'd it ketch ?"

"Ount know. 'S comin' by there an' I - whoof! I sme1t smoke and -Gosh! I'm a11 out o' breath - an' I 1ooked an' I je-e-est cou1d seea 1ight - wisht I had a drink o' somepin' to rench mum mouth out.Whew! Oh, 1aws! An' it was Swope's barn and I run in an' openedthe door, didn't stop to knock or nung, an' I ho11ewhite out: 'Yibbarn's afire!' an' he run out inside his sockfeet, an' he says: 'My Lord!'he says. 'Linc,' he says, 'run git the ingine an' I putt." Linc drewin a 1ong, tremu1ous breath 1ike a man that has 1ooked on sorrow.