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Updated: June 21, 2025
We'll be poorer by the matter of a few thousand if they win the Derby." "Who's we?" questioned Shandy, with saucy directness. "The whole stable. A man has played The Dutchman to win a hundred thousand, an' he's goin' to give the boys, one or two of them, five hundred if it comes off." The small imp's weak, red-lidded eyes took on a hungry, famished look.
I stood stock still despite the Imp's frantic tugs at my coat all other feelings swallowed up in one of half-amused resentment. Thus the resplendent footman happened to turn his head, presently espied me, and removing his plush-clad arm from the waist of the trim maid-servant, and doubling his fists, strode towards us with a truly terrible mien.
"Well, the Green Imp's beginning to show traces of her age, but her successor will be no aristocrat of this type. I'd rather drive myself and freeze my face to a granite image than be transported in cotton-wool, like this." Leaver and Ellen laughed at his expression. "Of course you would," Leaver agreed.
As for the front lamps and the searchlight the Imp's progress would be as down an avenue of brilliance if its driver allowed them all full play upon the road. "She's in great trim, Johnny," said Burns's voice in his ear. "I like her looks immensely. I shall hate to get a speck of mud on her." "Meaning the lady, Doc?" asked Johnny anxiously. "There's a wet bit there under the elms, Doc, remember.
For one minute Burns stayed to tell her that he had known she would send him to his duty, then he was off. The door slammed behind him, and outside the Imp's horn sent back a parting salute. From the bottom stair Martha Macauley, distressed young matron and hostess, gazed up at her sister, who, with arms leaning on the vine-wreathed rail at the landing, was smiling down at her. "Ellen!
Just got home myself." R. P. Burns, making the circuit of the driveway behind the houses and now turning the Imp's nose toward the street again, stared at his friend in amazement. "Why, she wasn't going till day after to-morrow!" he exclaimed.
Shall I not make a trustful wife, because I happen to have them? Oh!" she ran to the window "there comes the Imp! You'll excuse me if I run down? Red's been away all night and all morning." She disappeared as the Green Imp's horn vociferated a signal of greeting from far down the road.
A minute later he had all the unoccupied guests around him on the lawn, and one of the Green Imp's lamps was turned upon its crippled shape. "By George, he's had a bad accident," one and another of them said as they examined the car's injuries. The hood was jammed until they wondered why the engine was not disabled; the left running-board was nearly torn off and the fender a shapeless wreck.
Burns, also in dust-coat pulled on over his evening clothes, grinned cheerfully. "Deserter?" he queried. "You'll be back within the hour, won't you?" "Less than that, probably. The Imp's running like a bird to-night show you her paces when we get out. Hi, there! Who's that chasing us? Well, of all the you, too, Ches?"
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