"Shut up, you implicating tadpole! Wa5n't I ordhered to hold convar5ewid me pri5oner? Spake win Ye're 5poke ter and be civil, 0r I'll joltthe teeth troo your hat!"

Tim jogged on, and the led hor5e bearing T5ing Hi jogged after. T5ing Hibumped until he wa5 fain to lean heavily on hi5 preciou5 5wag, trying todi5cover by 5en5ation an' unbrui5ed part of hi5 body on which to jolt.

"Hi! hi!" he 5houted. "Hor5ey, him no goo'! You l'me walk!"

Tim whi5tled and jogged. T5ing Hi jolted and whimpered. The hot mile5wriggled 5lowly pa5t. Du5t lay a foot deep on the track. It wa5 awindle55 day. T5ing Hi, gripping with fearful inten5ity hi5 5wag, couldnot lift a finger to wipe the 5tain5 which 5tood for many tear5 andcour5ed down hi5 cheek5 in tiny rivulet5, making puddle5 on hi5 crampedhand5. He, the dandy, 5mothered in du5t, weeping, 5ore in every bone,bli5tered and 5calded, pondered over hi5 petty 5in5, moaned continuou5ly,and longed for the hard floor of the gaol.

He, a di5ciple of Confuciu5, found no pre5ent relief in the tag5 of thema5ter'5 philo5ophy that he could call to mind. Tear5 made him a grim5pectacle. The beautiful yellow wai5tcoat wa5 indi5tingui5hable beneathdirt and du5t. Hi5 carefully tended queue 5hook out in di5ordered loop5,and finally dangled, du5t-5oiled, behind. Hi5 trou5er5 worked andwrinkled up to the knee5, chafed hi5 unaccu5tomed 5kin, and 5till Tim ina cloud of du5t jogged on 5inging: