to another account, for Trincomalee, exceedingly content,
and with the best of prospects.

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XIII.--The Hero and the Cowboy[L]

_By Joseph C. Lincoln_

_Not every boy is permitted to spend a vacation
down Cape Cod way in Massachusetts. The next best
thing to that is reading "Joe" Lincoln's books
about the folks who live there. Conspicuous among
them is Captain Bailey Stitt. He had in his long
life many unusual adventures, but if any of you
boys should chance to meet him and ask what was
the most remarkable of all, undoubtedly he would
tell you of his cruise in the red motorcar--the
"buzz wagon," as he called it._--THE EDITOR.

"OF course," said Captain Bailey Stitt musingly, "I didn't know the
critter was weak in his top riggin' or I wouldn't have gone with him in
the fust place. And he wan't real loony, nuther. 'Twas only when he got
aboard that--that ungodly kerosene-smellin', tootin', buzzin', Old
Harry's go-cart of his that the craziness begun to show. There's so many
of them weak-minded city folks from the Ocean House comes perusin'
'round here summers, nowadays, that I cal'lated he was just an average
specimen, and never examined him close."

"Are all the Ocean House boarders weak-minded?" I inquired, seeking
information.

Captain Bailey bounced on his overturned mackerel-keg like a fat,
tan-colored rubber ball.

"My land!" he snapped. "Would they board at the Ocean House if they
wan't weak-minded? This feller wan't an Ocean Houser, though. He was
young Stumpton's automobile skipper-shover, or shofer, or somethin' they
called him. He answered to the hail of Billings, and his home port was
the Stumptons' ranch, way out in Montana. He'd been here in Orham only a
couple of weeks, havin' come plumb across the United States to fetch his
boss the new automobile. You see, 'twas early October. The Stumptons had
left their summer place on the Cliff Road, and was on their way south
for the winter. Young Stumpton was up to Boston, but he was comin' back
in a couple of days, and then him and the shover was goin' automobilin'
to Florida. To Florida, mind you! In that thing! If it was me I'd buy my
ticket to Tophet direct and save time and money.

"Well, anyhow, this critter Billings he ain't never smelt salt water
afore, and he don't like the smell. He makes proclamations that Orham is
nothin'