Daniel Ridgway Knight On the Way to Market painting

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Later'n you think, I reckon!" he called back, and whinnied away, his irregular costume provoking mirth among the onlookers.
"It's me'll catch heck for this," Murphy complained.
I shouted, "Wait!" and set out after, having noted earlier thatGeorge - - and for that matter,Goat-Boy - - ought to start beforeGreene. Now there was merriment indeed in the grandstands; my wrapper flopped, the shophar pitched, my watch flew on its lanyard, and as I gimped the lenses clattered on my stick. Murphy blew his whistle again and again at us, mistaking which signal the rest of the athletes sprang forth and pounded behind me. Stoker had poised himself to intercept Greene, but seeing me he changed his mind and crouched to snatch with particular relish. "Not you, Goat-Boy!"
But as once before in George's Gorge, my stout stick served me."I'm okay," I said to myself, and with an angry ranuncular trumpet jabbed it at him. He sidestepped grinning and caught the stick's end, but the dodge fetched him squarely in the way of the runner behind me. The pair went sprawling; the crowd roared to its feet and pressed into the aisle