ogress and the demon slowed down
and began to show Gud the town.

The Underdog had recovered from his injuries and crawled out and stood
on the running board with his fore feet on the front defender and barked
joyfully, for Progress was a lively enough town and largely made up of
show windows and chariot factories.

When the demon came to the end of his journey Gud alighted and said:
"Much obliged."

The demon said: "Not at all."

The Underdog jumped from the chariot and ran gleefully up to one who was
standing in front of a factory and playing with an enormous horse-power.

Gud was jealous when he saw how much the Underdog seemed to love the
stranger and how much the stranger seemed to love the Underdog, and Gud
asked the demon who the stranger was. And the demon said: "Why, that is
Lord, who makes the little Lord chariots. If you won't tell him I ran
over one, I'll introduce you."

So Gud met Lord, and Lord said: "I think I make a pretty good chariot."

"Yes," said Gud, "It can pass any chariot in Hell."

After that Lord excused himself and went into his office to dictate an
article on the "Importance of Eating Pork"; and Gud was left at the
mercy of Lord's sales force.

So Gud went across the street and entered the palatial office of a great
chariot maker and once inside he was obliged to pledge his honor and his
name. And when Gud came out of that place he was the proud possessor of
a great chariot with a mild roar.

They started off and went back toward Hell, for they were headed that
way and could not turn around. They passed through Hell and went on from
Hell to Breakfast, and the chariot roared beautifully.

Then the price of faith, which the great chariot burned, began to
increase at each filling station, and the hope, which smoothed its
running, became full of grit, and the charity on which it rolled began
to blow up, and the way became rough and the curves became impossible,
even for a great chariot; and Gud began to wish for a Lord.

But there was no Lord in sight. Gud tinkered with the great chariot with
patience, and energized the battery with nerve, but all was of no avail.

So when a Blackamoor came along on a gray mule, Gud made a bargain and
exchanged the great chariot for the mule. But Gud recalling the story
about the old man and his son and the jackass, Gud threw his animal into
the river at once, to avoid criticism.

Gud now whistled to the Underdog, and the Underdog harkened to the