Abubus?" 

Three or four more questions, and a hogshead of profanity on the Major’s part, and I had the whole story. He and Shelton had started for a ride way up the Cape. They was cal’latin’ to get home by eleven o’clock, but the machine went so fast that they got where they was goin’ early and had time to spare. Shelton happened to remember that he’d sunk some money in the land company I mentioned and he thought he’d like to see the place where 'twas sunk. He asked Abubus if they couldn’t run along the beach road a ways. Abubus hemmed and hawed and didn’t know for sure—he never was sure about anything. But the Major said course they could; that car could go anywhere. So they turned in way up by Sandwich and come b’ilin’ down alongshore. Long’s the old land company road lasted they was all right, but when, runnin’ thirty-five miles an hour, they whizzed off the end of that road, ’twas different. The automobile lit in the soft sand like a snow-plow and stopped—and stayed. They tried to dig it out with boards from Jonathan Crowell’s pig pen, but the more they dug the deeper it sunk. At last they give it up; nothin’ but a team of horses could haul that machine out of that sand. So Abubus starts to walk the ten or eleven miles back to civilization and livery stables and the Major and Shelton waited for him. And the more they waited the hungrier and madder Clark got. ’Twas all Abubus’s fault, of course. He ought to have had more sense than to run that way on that road, anyhow. He ought to have known better than to get into that sand, a feller that had lived in sand all his life. He was an incompetent jackass. Well, I knew that afore, but it certainly did me good to hear the Major confirm my judgment. 

I went over and looked at the automobile. It had always acted like a mighty lively contraption, but now it looked dead enough. And not only dead, but two-thirds buried. 

"Well?" fumes Clark, "how much longer have we got to stay in this hole?" 

"It’s consider’ble of a hole," says I, "and it looks to me as if she’d stay there till Abubus gets back with a pair of horses. Considerin’ how far he’s got to tramp and how long it’ll be afore he can get a pair, I cal’late the hole’ll be occupied until some time in the night." 

That wa’n’t what he meant and I knew it. Did I suppose he and Shelton was goin’ to wait and starve until the middle of the night? No, sir; the auto could stay where it was; he and the Congressman would sail home with me in the Glide. 

"I hope you ain’t in any 

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