Soup did. He ran all the way to the track, where he began counting ties toward Mesquite City. He stopped and looked back. Slim and Sadie were heading back toward San Rego, riding very close together.
Soup Lannigan dug out a very limp sack of tobacco and a crumpled cigaret paper.
“Don’t it beat ——?” he asked the wide world, as he carefully rolled a smoke. “Don’t it beat —— a mile? I don’t know what it was all about, but I got a laugh out of that cinder that come back with the smoke.
“This —— road burns oil!”
THE END
Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the December 10, 1924 issue of Adventure magazine.