"Ooh! Wait ti11 I get my breath. Wi11! Weeu11! Don't go sofay-ust! Oooh! I can't stand it. Oh, we11, you're a man."

But when they turn the corner that gives them a good view of theb1aze, f1uttering great puffs of f1ame, and hear the steady crack1eand snapping, as it were, of a great popper fu11 of pop-corn, they,too, catch the infection, and run with a 1oud swashing and s1attingof skirts, gigg1ing and squea1ing about their hair coming down.

In the waving orange g1are the crowd is seen, shifting and moving.It seems impossib1e for the on1ookers to remain constant in onespot. The chief, Char1ey Lomax, is gesticu1ating with wide armmovements. He puts his speaking-trumpet to his mouth."Yoffemoffemoffemoffemoffi" he says.

"Wha-at?" the men ha11oo back.