AndIhaven”tacent。That”smytaleofwoe。”
“Toughluck，“saidThomas。“Amanalonecanpullthroughallright。ButIhatetoseethewomenandkidsgettheworstofit。”
JustthentherehummedupFifthAvenueamotorcarsosplendid，sored，sosmoothlyrunning，socraftilydemolishingthespeedregulationsthatitdrewtheattentionevenofthelistlessBedLiners。Suspendedandpinionedonitsleftsidewasanextratire。
Whenoppositetheunfortunatecompanythefasteningsofthistirebecameloosed。Itfelltotheasphalt，boundedandrolledrapidlyinthewakeoftheflyingcar。
ThomasMcQuade，scentinganopportunity，dartedfromhisplaceamongthePreacher”sgoats。Inthirtysecondshehadcaughttherollingtire，swungitoverhisshoulder，andwastrottingsmartlyafterthecar。Onbothsidesoftheavenuepeoplewereshouting，whistling，andwavingcanesattheredcar，pointingtotheenterprisingThomascomingupwiththelosttire。