Owen Clancy's Happy Trail; Or, The Motor Wizard in California

on that beautiful sun-shiny morning. It was just a tow-headed, cross-eyed youth s

he upheaval that followed this search for a missing relative, extended in sev

for the Chinese, and at the hour mentioned, a dragon a block long, consisting of a hund

n his breast bore the sad legend, "Help the Blind." The man's eyes were covered with large blue

was an Italian with a hand organ. The Ita

ng a basket with six dozens of eggs. He was very much absorbed

cause all the commotion. While Hill stood on the walk, telling himself that the gaudily painted dra

uld proceed. Hill looked at the machine across the papier-maché spine of the chink monster, and

t Klondike gold rush! Hiram's eyes were sharp, and to them the beetling brow, the one "squint eye," the very

peechless. Following a year of a trying town-to-town canvas of the whole So

ad the "suspect" a brown mole on the back of his neck? S

y from the hapless person on the

unny Italy, on corner two,

assed for a bow. He also looked at his master and showed

the grocer's boy. "If he's goin' de way dem feet are poin

r at a pair of coolie legs supporting one of the vertebra of the passing dragon. The legs were b

d Hiram Hill;

kicked over the hive. He wanted to get to that automobile and give his father a filial embrace–and

of the bow-legged Chinaman. That particular chink went down,

inaman at the head is the only one in the procession who can see where he is go

ont half. Somehow or other, it ran into the crowd on the corner, and the

street in an attempt to find the lost tail. It carromed into corner number two, smashing one perfectly

l man rushed into the street, flourishing his arms, and begging some one–any one–to "Take it away! Take it away!" He finally col

ed parts, like a jointed snake, and each part was thrashing around blindly, trying

ly whole or only slightly cracked, flew from mischievous hands over

bile, landed in a heap on the bosom of the beetle-browed, Roman-nosed passenger in the tonneau, and encircling him w

ty was at the patrol box, sending in a riot call. Mean

at Hill was the one who had knocked his section of the dragon out of line, but the instant he was

head with the piece of dragon that he knocked a hole in the papier-maché, and, just as Hiram freed himself of the encumbrance,

up on the troubled waters of the màlée, and borne back and forth in the surging

vision. To his joy and wonder, he found that destiny had hurled

still on his feet and had his back toward Hiram. The latter, boiling over with filial senti

iram excitedly; "

oing at once into a flurry. "Whose mo

driver of the machine found a cleared space ahead and started for it. He started so quickly that Hiram was thrown

degrees. He felt his wits going, and he made a frantic attempt to stay them as they drifted away. Th

olding a handkerchief, saturated with a drug of some kind, to his nostrils, and a b

e policeman, "what is

you, officer," answered the

ed aside the drug-soaked handkerch

I'm just the fellow who pulled you out

anner, remained with him throughout all the excitement, but in hi

oked into the crown. The gilt

n Hill, that's his name! I knew I h

ents under the sweatband of their hats. Hiram pulled his object out of the Stetson, examined it, and then

the trail. You said you would help me find dad. Come to

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etch Clancy, if he's well enough to come. Him and me can run out this happy trail together, with ground to spare. That red-headed wizar