CHAPTER IX.
On the Oscycle--A Narrow Escape.
"Well," said the Polar Bear, as the Oscycle started on its downward course: "I"m mighty glad we"re off, and away from those other creatures on that Trolley. They were a dishonest lot."
"So am I," came a voice from behind him, that made the Bear jump nervously, for it was none other than the Flamingo.
"So are the rest of us," added a lot of voices in chorus, and Tom, turning to see who beside himself and his companions had got aboard, was hugely amused to see the Kangaroo, the Monkey, the Hippopotamus and all the other creatures from the Trolley, save only the conductor and motorman, seated there behind, as happy as you please.
"It doesn"t pay to a.s.sociate with conductors," said the Flamingo. "They don"t think of anything but money all the time, and they"re awfully rude about it sometimes. Why, I knew a conductor once who refused to change a $100 bill for me."
"I don"t believe you ever had a $100 bill," growled the Hippopotamus.
"I"ve got one I wouldn"t sell for $1,000," said the Flamingo. "It"s the one I eat with," he added.
"That"s not legal tender," said the Polar Bear.
"You couldn"t change it if it was," sneered the Flamingo.
[Ill.u.s.tration: On the Oscycle.]
"I could change it in a minute if I wanted to," said the Polar Bear, with a chuckle.
"What with, cash?" demanded the Flamingo, scornfully.
"No--with one whack of my paw," said the Bear, shaking his fist menacingly at the Flamingo. "I could change your whole face, for that matter," he added, with a frown.
"I was only fooling, Poley, old man," said the Flamingo, a trifle worried.
"Of course you could, but you wouldn"t, would you?"
"Not unless I had to," replied the Bear, "but, gee, aren"t we just whizzing along! Are you cold, Tom?"
"Yes," said Tom, with a shiver, "just a little."
"Well, come sit next to me and I"ll let you use my furs. I don"t need "em myself. I"m a pretty warm Bear, considering where I come from."
"Sit close, gentlemen," cried the man in charge of the Oscycle. "We"re coming to a thank-you-marm. Look out! Look out! Hang together. By jove, there goes the Monkey."
And sure enough, off the Monkey flew as the Oscycle crossed the hump at an enormous rate of speed.
"Hi, there, you fellows," the Monkey shrieked, as he landed in the soft snow, "wait a minute. Hi, you! Stop! Wait for me!"
"Can"t do it," roared the man in charge. "Can"t stop--going too fast."
"But what am I going to doo-oo-oo?" shrieked the Monkey excitedly.
"Get inside of a s...o...b..ll and roll down. We"ll catch you on the way back,"
the Kangaroo yelled, and as they now pa.s.sed out of hearing of the monkey"s voice no one knew how the little creature took the suggestion.
"I"m glad he"s gone," said the Hippopotamus. "He was a nuisance--and I tell you I had a narrow escape. He had his tail wound around my neck a minute before. He might have yanked me off with him."
"Yanked you?" said the Old Gentleman from Saturn, gazing contemptuously at the Hippopotamus. "Bosh! The idea of a seven-pound monkey yanking a three-ton Hippopotamus!"
"What?" roared the man in charge. "A what how much which?"
"Three-ton," said the Old Gentleman from Saturn. "That"s what he weighs. I know because he stepped on my toe getting off the Trolley."
"But it"s against the law!" cried the Man in Charge. "We"re not allowed to carry more than 1,000 pounds on these Machines."
"Humph!" laughed the Kangaroo. "It"s very evident, Hippy, that you"ll have to go way back and lose some weight."
"I can"t help weighing three tons," said the Hippopotamus. "I"m built that way."
"That"s all right," said the Man in Charge, wringing his hands in despair; "but you"ll have to get off. If you don"t we"ll go over the edge." His voice rose to a shriek.
Tom"s heart sank and he half rose up.
"Sit still," said the two Andirons, grabbing him by the arms. "We"re in for it. We"ve got to take what comes."
"Right you are," said the Bellows. "Don"t you bother, Tom. We"ll come out all right in the end."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "MY OWN PRIVATE ICEBERG."]
"But what"s the trouble, Mr. Man?" asked the Poker. "What"s the Hippo"s weight got to do with our going over the edge?"
"Why, can"t you see?" explained the Man in Charge. "His 6,000 pounds pushing the machine along from behind there gives us just so much extra speed, and all the brakes in the world won"t stop us now we"ve got going unless he gets off."
The announcement caused an immediate panic, and the Polar Bear began to cry like a baby.
"Oh, why did I ever come?" he moaned as the tears trickled down his nose and froze into a great icicle at the end of it. "When I might have stayed home riding around on my own private iceberg?"
"Stop your whimpering," said the Kangaroo. "Brace up and be a man."
"I don"t want to be a man," blubbered the bear, "I"m satisfied to be a poor, miserable little Polar Bear."
"You"ve got to jump, Hippy," said the Flamingo. "That"s all there is about it."
"Sir," replied the Hippopotamus solemnly, "I shall not jump. It would ill comport with my dignity for me to try to jump as if I were merely a Kangaroo. No sir. Here I sit, firm as a rock. You might as well ask an elephant to dance a jig."
"We"ll put you off if you don"t get off of your own accord," roared the Polar Bear, bracing up, and removing the icicle from his nose he shook it angrily at the Hippopotamus.
"All right," said the Hippopotamus with a pleasant smile "All right. Has any gentleman brought a derrick along with him to a.s.sist in the operation?
You don"t happen to have a freight elevator in your pocket, do you, Mr.
Kangaroo?"