Once when we were driving into New York late at night the leaders stopped.

He flicked them, and the next moment we could dimly make out that they had jumped.

It then appeared that the street was closed and that a board had been placed across it, resting on two barrels, but without a lantern.

Over this board the leaders had jumped, and there was considerable excitement before we got the board taken off the barrels and resumed our way.

When in the city on Thanksgiving or Christmas, my father was very apt to drive my mother and a couple of friends up to the racing park to take lunch.