One lurch, and we were on the ground, a beautiful upset, and the bronchos in an incipient runaway, fortunately checked by your humble servant.

Duff, in a new and real rage this time, up with his gun and banged off both barrels after the motor car, by this time honking down the trail." "By Jove! he deserved it," said the father.

"Those motor fellows make me long to do murder at times." "That's because you have no car, Dad, of course." "Did he hit him, do you think ?" "No.

My arm happened to fly up, the gun banged toward the zenith.
Nothing doing!" "Well, Barry, you do seem to have run foul of Mr.Duff." "Three times, dad.

But each time prevented him from breaking the law and doing himself and others injury.