I thought I'd better come myself, because the
other feller might be color-blind, don't you know."
Here Mr. Sprague rubbed his hands and looked about him
to see if his joke was appreciated.
"It seems to me that the expense of your journey will foot
up considerably more than a dozen bottles of champagne," said
one of the passengers.
"Weally, I didn't think of that. You've got a great head,
old fellow. After all, a feller's got to be somewhere, and,
by Jove!---- What's that?"
This ejaculation was produced by the sudden sinking of the
two left wheels in the mire in such a manner that the ponderous
Colonel Braddon was thrown into Mr. Sprague's lap
"You see, I had to go somewhere," said Braddon, humorously.
"Weally, I hope we sha'n't get mixed," gasped Sprague.
"If it's all the same to you, I'd rather sit in your lap."
"Just a little incident of travel, my dear sir," said Braddon,
laughing, as he resumed his proper seat.
"I should call it rather a large incident," said Mr. Sprague,
recovering his breath.
"I suppose," said Braddon, who seemed rather disposed to
chaff his slender traveling companion, "if you like the
Black Hills; you may buy one of them.
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