'I knew Tobe was a poor loser, but I didn't think he'd be so low down as all that.

Says I was goin' fifty mile an hour.

He! he! Well, I WAS movin', that's a fact.

I don't care.
'Twas wuth the twenty-dollar fine.' "'Maybe so,' I says, 'but 'twon't look very pretty to have a special auto constable hauled up and fined for breakin' the law he's s'posed to protect.' "He hadn't thought of that.

His face clouded over.
"'No use, Barzilla,' says he; 'I'll have to give it up.' "'Guess you will,' says I.'Automobilin' is--' "'I don't mean automobilin',' he snorts disgusted.