Gud, so that he leaped sideways rather
spryly--considering that he was not slender. Just as he leaped, a
chariot rushed by with the speed of light, which is the speed limit. Had
Gud been less spry he would have ended fatally, the chariot would not
have stopped, and Gud would have never known what it was. But having
been spry, Gud had leaped almost out of the way; only his staff had been
knocked from his hand and his elbow broken. Observing the injury done to
the pedestrian, the demon who drove the chariot caused its speed to
abate, and presently it wheeled about and came roaring back to where Gud
stood, and stopped.

The demon alighted and said: "Seems we had a little accident."

"Nay, it feels, I know not seems," returned Gud, rubbing his elbow.

"Pedigreed?" asked the demon.

"No, fractured," said Gud.

"Dead, I take it," remarked the demon, and he kicked something that lay
limp and prone on the highway.

Then Gud observed that the Underdog was dead.

"How much?" asked the demon. And before Gud could speak, the demon
pulled out a roll of the medium of exchange and unrolled it and handed
Gud a portion of the medium.

As Gud had no pockets he put the medium under his girdle and remarked:
"If my staff had not been broken, I could revive him."

"A pulmotor would be more likely," said the demon; and he went to the
chariot, brought back an instrument and applied last aid to the
Underdog, who presently wagged his tail feebly, opened his eyes and
whined piteously.

Gud realized that the demon had paid him because the Underdog had been
dead; and now that Fidu was no longer dead, Gud felt constrained to
return that which the demon had given him.

Thereupon the demon looked more gracious and said: "Where are you
going?"

"We were walking for pleasure," answered Gud.

At this foolish reply the demon looked confounded. "Well I don't see any
pleasure in walking," he remarked. "Better jump in--I'll take you as far
as Progress. It is just beyond Advertising."

So Gud assumed alacrity, and jumped into the chariot; and the demon
threw the Underdog, which was still whining piteously, into the rear of
the chariot, and then sat himself beside Gud.

The demon manipulated many mechanisms skilfully; and the chariot began
to roar mightily and then to purr contentedly, as the great highway
slipped beneath it.

Gud was pleased with the demon's chariot and sat back on the cushions
and sighed enviously.

Suddenly the chario