"With the menagerie thrown in!" sniffed Pole.
"What d"ya say?" persisted Benz, "Shall we invite him?"
"Yea!"
"All right, then. Ten o"clock, fellows!"
Ten o"clock found all of the bunch collected except Pole, Judd and Cateye. Everyone was anxious to start.
"Why don"t those nuts hurry up?" growled Potts, stamping about, restlessly.
"Here they come, Pole and Rube! I wonder where Cateye is? Say, we sure will have some fun with Rube if he isn"t around. He always takes Rube"s part!" cried Benz, joyfully.
"Cateye couldn"t come. Too much work to do!" shouted Pole, when in hearing distance. "But I brought Rube."
"Good enough! Come on, bunch. Let"s beat it into town now. It"s only three miles and we can make it before noon!"
The party started off at a rapid gait. Judd swung along easily, despite his weight, taking the lead. Not much was said until half the distance had been traversed. About this time there began to be stragglers who could not keep the pace that Judd was unconsciously setting.
The fellows exchanged winks. Such a joke to be outwalked by a rube!
Benz pa.s.sed the word along: "For heaven"s sake, guys, keep up to Rube"s pace if it takes all the pep you"ve got! If this news ever gets back to college, ..."
But the faster gait of the fellows only spurred Judd to shake forth another reef, so that without knowing it he was rapidly tiring the bunch.
"And I thought I was in condition!" panted Benz.
"My legs are long, but,--" began Pole, then shook his head helplessly.
"Oh, what"s the use!"
"Only another mile, guys!" called Benz, cheerfully, glancing slyly at Judd. "Some exercise, eh Rube?".
"You"re right! One ought to do this every day. I"m kind of out of practice now, but I reckon I"ll be in form coming back!"
"Great express trains! Did you hear that?" whispered Curns, wiping perspiration from his forehead. "I"ll be hanged if I try to keep the pace of this rube goin" back! I never was cut out for a long distance runner!"
"I"m on my last legs," groaned Potts, to Benz.
"I know it"s only half a mile more but this pace is too hot. I"ll have to drop out. Tell the folks at home I died a brave death."
"You sprained your ankle," hinted Benz, himself eager for a chance to rest.
"So I did!" cried Potts, happily grasping at any strategic ruse which might stop the line of march. "Oh, my ankle! Fellows, help! I"ve turned my ankle! Wow! No, not my left one, my right! Oh, my! Oh, my!"
"What a pitiful accident!" sympathized Benz, soberly, removing Potts"
shoe and rubbing the ankle roughly. At the same time he winked slyly at the bunch.
Momentarily checked, the fellows threw themselves flat upon their backs and inhaled long, deep breaths of the refreshing air. All, save Judd.
He strode about in circles, anxious to be off again.
"I"d give a dime to get these kinks out of my legs," he muttered, slowly.
"I"ll raise you five on my ankle, Rube," groaned Potts in fake agony.
A half hour of delicious rest elapsed before Benz, as medicine man, declared his patient, Potts, able to stand upon his pins again and undertake the treacherous journey townward. During this time every member of the party had sufficiently recovered his sea legs to trust themselves to a half mile jaunt. Judd, restless and extremely desirous of completing the trip, redoubled his speed.
Potts kept up well for the first hundred yards, then began to hobble painfully. "My ankle, Rube!" he moaned. "Have some consideration!"
"Pardon me, I"d plumb forgotten that you bruised your shin!" Judd slowed up. Fifteen minutes later an exhausted looking party dragged themselves into Tarlton.
"Stranger, can you direct me the shortest way to a free lunch?" asked Pole, hailing a pa.s.ser-by.
"And a free bed?" added Potts.
"Walker"s lunch room next block down," informed the stranger, gruffly.
"That"s just the place for us! Get the name? W-a-l-k-e-r"s lunch.
Zowie! Lead me to it!" cried Oole, a big, good-natured Hollander, who played left tackle on the varsity. "Jus" give me a chance to feed my face! Yah!"
After the fellows had partaken of a good meal they felt revived enough to attend any fair, and inspired by Walker"s lunch they walked another half mile to the fair grounds.
Everything was going full blast when they arrived. Merry-go-rounds, ferris wheels, confetti stands, lemonade and taffy booths, were all reaping their harvests. Even the fat man was entertaining large audiences. The fellows had a thoroughly good time and took in almost every sight on the grounds. Judd had been kidded and made fun of until he was followed about by a troop of youngsters who thought he was a clown employed by the fair people. Judd was really embarra.s.sed and noticeably awkward.
At four o"clock the bunch were about to leave when Pole chanced to sight a tent before which a big crowd had collected.
"What"s over there, fellows? We haven"t been in that tent yet. Let"s see what"s up!"
Curiosity ruled the day and the bunch trooped over in front of the tent.
"Hump! Nothin" but a horse show!" scoffed Curns, disgustedly, "I"m goin", fellows."
"Hold on, what"s he saying?" cried Benz, calling attention to the man on the platform.
The bunch grew attentive.
"Ladles an" gentlemen. Las" but not least we "ave with us Dynamite, the stubbornest donkey "at ever lived! No human bein" has ever been able to stick on Dynamite"s back fer more than three minutes. To any man who kin ride Dynamite fer ten minutes wid out gittin" thrown, this here management offers the fab"lous sum o" twenty-five dollars!
Twenty-five dollars,--tink of it! Jes" fer ridin" Dynamite. "At"s all. Seems easy, don"t it? Las" performance Dynamite only throwed three men an" one of "em had a rib busted. Remember, this management is not responsible fer no injuries or deaths resultin" from ridin"
Dynamite. If any man here wants ter tackle Dynamite he comes at his own risk. The show begins in five minutes. Think it over, gents.
Here"s an easy twenty-five bucks if you want it. But remember,--Dynamite, ain"t ever been ridden!"
"By the great hornspoons!" whispered Benz in Pole"s ear. "Here"s the chance of our lives to have a circus with Judd. Let"s get the rube to tackle Dynamite. Of course he"ll get thrown but think of the fun of seein" it!"
"But he might get killed or injured!" faltered Pole.
"Nonsense! A man as physically fit as Rube isn"t going to get busted up by falling off a donkey. Come on, let"s get him to try out Dynamite!"
Pole finally consented. "Say, Rube," he said, "You can ride Dynamite!
Why don"t you go in an" try it? That"d be the easiest twenty-five bucks you ever earned!"
"I was just thinkin" of that myself," replied Judd, hesitatingly.