There was one fellow who was winning all the money; his lice would run quicker and crawl faster than anybody's lice.

We could not understand it.

If some fellow happened to catch a fierce- looking louse, he would call on Dornin for a race.

Dornin would come and always win the stake.

The lice were placed in plates--this was the race course--and the first that crawled off was the winner.