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last one, wouldn't you, Mr. Puddle? Oh, I don't know.

I finished with the rest of them.

That'll be all, children.

Well, good night, Curtis.

Good night.

Got a big surprise for you. What, Wilfred?

Gonna let you walk home with me.

All right.

Hear the big news about me?

No, what?

Big show coming to town tomorrow night. Gonna meet a lot more of them actors.

Aren't you thrilled?

After a while, a fella kind of gets used to being prominent.

Mr. Simpson, that's what I answer to.

Harry Sinclair, world champion sprint cyclist and trick rider.

Well...

I hope I'm not butting in.

Not at all, Mr. St. Clair.

You're chief cook and bottle washer over at the railway depot, aren't you?

I'm station agent of mildew, if that's what you mean.

Well, it's like this. You've got a crate of bicycles over there built to me.

Bicycles? Yeah, and I've got to have them tonight.

No, can't be done.

The depot was locked up for the evening.

Oh, but look, I've got to have those bikes. I use them in the X, see, and

I've been making it a point to do a little early morning road work to get in

shape for the six-day bike races.

Well, it takes a mighty strong reason to make me open up railroad property at

this hour of the night.

a good reason, Wilford.

Well, I guess he has.

Come on.

Come on, Mr. St. Clair.

There's the carriage. How's Mr. St. Clair going to get to the depot?

Walk, I guess.

Unless he wants to ride on the handlebars.

Oh, don't worry about me.

How's this?

Oh, but you'll be too uncomfortable. Not a bit. Come on. Say, just a minute.

Everybody comfy?

Oh. Excuse me, Mr.

Sinclair. I want you to know Miss Phyllis Jenkins.

She's my fiancée.

How do you do?

Pretty good, thanks.

All right, Wilford, let's go.

Oh, shucks.

Hey, what are you doing?

There you are.

There's your bicycles.

And there's a COD on it for $36.80.

Oh, yes, look, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.

You see, my manager carries all my traveler's checks, and he won't be until

morning. Oh, I see.

You want me to release this to you tonight and pay for it in the morning?

Sure, that's the idea.

Nothing doing.

C-O-D with me means C-O-H.

Cash on hand.

Oh, but wait.

I'm willing to give you my I-O-U.

I-O-U?

What's them?

Why, you know, I-O-U, $36.80.

Till you pay me, you ain't gonna get these bicycles.

It's just the same as a note, only it's collectible right away.

You'd honor my note, wouldn't you?

Look.

Two seats for the show tomorrow night.

I want you two to be my guests.

Oh, Wilford, isn't that wonderful?

Holy smokes, there's a wire coming in. Must be something important coming in

this hour of the night. Excuse me.

Important wire for Dan Hawkins. You folks wait. I'll be right back.

Hey, wait. What about my IOU?

Okay, wait a minute. Let's see the location of them seats.

Fifth row center.

Oh, boy. Say, those are good seats.

IOU 3680, okay?

Surely, isn't it, Wilfred?

Well, I don't know. I'm in a big hurry. I guess I'll have to sanction it. Here,

sign it.

Sign it.

Gosh, I didn't know I had to do that.

Well, all right.

More clerical work.

There's your pencil, there's your I.O.U., and over there's your bicycles.

Now, you folks wait here. Don't go away. Yuck, who the heck you do, and away you

go.

Telegram for you, Dad.

Read it for me, Wilford. Let the specs on the bureau.

Don't have to read it. Know it by heart.

Ed Hopkins, Mildew, California.

Grandpa lost his goiter this morning. Stop.

Will you come?

Signed, Aunt Hatt.

Dang it all. Every time something's missing in this family, they blame me.

Cantankerous temper.

Oh, tiddlywinks.

Oh, he is, is he? Well, we'll see about that.

All fool old chicken thieves.

Will you have another?

Oh, guys, no, I couldn't. I've already eaten eight.

Well, Wilford always eats nine.

Some people can make the biggest...

pigs out of themselves.

Who's down there?

Nobody, Colonel Jenkins.

It's me, Wilford.

Why don't you come in, Wilford?

No, thanks.

It's time all decent folks was in bed.

Why don't you go home?

Well, I was. I was just taking a kind of a short cut.

Good night.

She'd feel pretty bad if I entered a monastery.

Black cat.

No, sir.

Not that way for me.

Not if I have to go by way of Holgate.

No, I don't think I will.

Well, I didn't think you'd feel so bad.

Well, I do.

When I looked in that window and saw him eating my crullers, it was just like

telling me that Sandy Claus was dead.

Shh, the show's starting.

You did it again, didn't you? You came off so quick, nobody had a chance to

read it. I'm sorry, Harry.

All right, the next time you do it, I'm going to kick you right in the chin.

Why do you stand for that, Mabel?

Someday you'll get his.

I can do that with my eyes closed.

I don't know what you folks are clapping for.

He's in a primary class.

Don't let your hiss, Wilford. I'd have to put you out if you keep it up. Yeah?

Well, put him out.

He's the one that's making me hiss.

Pardon me, folks.

I'm trying to ride a bicycle.

Yeah? Well, this is a fine time to learn.

All right, if you think you can do any better, suppose you come on up and try

it.

Mr. Simpson, who so kindly offered to show me how to ride a bicycle.

When he gets through, I know you'll love every bone in his head.

Yeah? Well, if you had more bone in yours, you wouldn't have to wear your

hat all the time to keep the woodpeckers away.

Ladies and gentlemen, my neighbors, for the first time on any rostrum, I'm going

to ride blindfold.

Takes a little fixing up here.

Big show off, he'll break his neck.

There you are.

Tie that.

Tie her tight. Pay no attention to my pain.

Here. All right.

Wilfred does right well, don't he?

Yes, right well at making a fool of himself.

You hurt, Wilford?

Oh, shucks, no. That's what I meant to do in the first place.

Where's my glasses?

Here they are, Wilford. Where?

Oh,

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Mrs. Snodgrass, where did Phyllis go?

That actor came down here, whispered something in her ear, and took her

outside. Is that so?

Well, this is a fine kettle of fish.

Let's see about this.

Are you looking for somebody?

Yeah.

Where's that Harry Sinclair?

Who wants to know?

I do. He owes me $36.80 on a COD. And besides, he's trying to steal my girl.

Took her outside right underneath my nose.

I guess I better make out like I don't know nothing.

Listen here, woman. If you know something, speak up.

Are you going to do something to Mr.

Sinclair if you find him? Am I going to do something to him? Say, you just wait

till I catch him. I'll make him look as though he's gone through an alfalfa

packing machine.

You'd better hurry, then.

Why? Where did he go?

The last time I seen him, he was heading to the depot with a girl.

Bag and baggage.

Good gravy.

That's kidnapping.

Excuse me.

Colonel Jenkins!

Colonel Jenkins!

Hey, Colonel Jenkins!

Colonel, something awful's happened. Why? Phyllis has run away with one damn

actor. My land, I thought the barn was on fire. How do you know? They must seem

heading for the depot to catch a 10-15 with all her bags.

Last night, he kept calling her his baby, and I'll bet $5 that they're going

to Centerville, 18 miles away, to be married. Now is the time to prove if

I've got any friends in Mildew.

Friends? If there's a red-blooded man among you, let him step forward and help

me catch this scoundrel that's running off with my daughter.

We'll all meet at Soldier's Monument in three minutes.

Are you with me?

Phyllis Jenkins.

Give me that gun.

I'll get it for you.

Well, hurry up.

You're welcome to it, but I don't think it'll do you much good. Why not?

Well, it ain't been loaded since Al Higglesby got married.

Just keep blanks in it, scare folks.

Well, that's all right. Give me some of them air rifle BBs. I ain't got any.

You got any hard pills?

That's just the thing.

Here, hold that.

Give me those. Here, take the top off.

Ah, shucks. Those don't even break the skin.

No? Well, it'll give them a darn good rash.

Here, hold this.

Where's your ramrod?

I want all you men to scatter.

Some of you go down to the depot.

Some of you watch the curve for the 10-15.

Joe, better take five or six in your automobile and head for Centerville. The

rest of you search the orchards.

I'm going with Tom and his dog to try to pick up our scent.

Are you with me?

Hey,

hey, which way you fellas going?

Down at the highway intersection.

That's fine. I'll go out southeast past the big elm tree.

Good. Okay.

Say, Colonel, he picked up a scent already.

Yes, but it leads the wrong way.

Quiet, he's getting hot now.

Well, this is my house.

Darn if it ain't. What's the matter, Father?

Hello,

Father. What's all the excitement?

What are you doing here?

Why, nothing.

I was afraid Wilford would make an idiot of himself at the theater, so Harry

brought me home. Well, Wilford succeeded.

He's got the whole town up in arms searching for you two.

For me? What for?

Said you was running away with Phyllis, that's what.

Oh, how silly. He must be crazy. Crazy.

He is crazy. He's made fools out of us, and tomorrow he's going to hear a

plenty. St. Clair, you better spend the night with us.

Somebody not knowing the truth might take a shot at you if he saw you on the

road. And you come along with me, young lady. I've got to show the whole town

you saved.

I won't do it. You come along.

I've had enough nonsense for the night. I'm sorry, boys. You might as well go

home. I'll attend to everything.

Please, I don't want to go. Shut up.

Gosh, I lost my specs.

I don't want to go with you. Please, stop it.

Darn, there he is.

The heck with my specs.

He'll come along with me. But you're hurting my head.

You got him.

Colonel Jenkins.

Wilfred Simpson, I'll kill you.

Gee whales.

Got orders not to talk to you.

No? Well, then what the heck are you doing it for?

I don't know. Guess maybe because it gives me a chance to quit raking for a

while.

Phyllis around the premises?

Yeah, she gave me a message for you.

Yeah, well, do you want to whisper it to me? Why should I whisper it?

Oh, well, I thought it might be kind of mushy.

What's she say?

Well, she said to tell you she threw that stuffed owl you gave her last

Easter down the cesspool.

She never wants to see you again, and if you set your foot on the premises, her

father's going to sting your hide with a black snake whip. Well, she'd better be

careful. In the irritable mood that I'm in today, I might just call off our

engagement. She don't act like she's engaged to you.

Well, certainly not. She don't know nothing about it.

I never told her. If I did, she'd tell folks.

I wanted to keep it a secret.

Where is she now? Can't you hear her? She's inside.

Oh, say, Ebner, that is rotten milk.

Cows get into some stinkweed or something?

That ain't milk. That's termite lotion.

I've been pouring it around to kill red ants.

Well, why the heck didn't you say so? Putting that dipper in the air?

Just a fool, folks.

Smite.

Fellas, look who's here.

Wilfred Simpson, you get right out of this house.

Gosh almighty.

Ain't you... Ain't you gonna give me a chance to explain?

You don't have to explain anything.

But can't you see what I did last night? I thought I was doing for your own good.

You're not my guardian.

And from now on, I want you to distinctly mind your own business about

things that concern me.

Well, if I was you, I'd be just a little more careful.

Don't forget I got some spunk.

Well, then show it by leaving this house immediately and never speaking to me

again. Well, if I do, you won't be able to come to me in a few days and tweedle

me back.

Oh, bosh. I hope I never see you again.

Oh, bosh, is that, huh?

All right.

Don't forget the two people can bosh. All right, Miss Jenkins.

You're going to get your wish.

I'm leaving this town this afternoon bag and baggage.

Well, that'll be about the best thing that ever happened to Mildew.

It'll be just about the best thing that ever happened to me.

Sometimes I've almost wept when I thought how a fellow like me has been

going to seed in a town like this.

Well, for pity's sakes, if you're going to go, go.

All right, I will.

But someday when I'm a big success, you're going to come to me on your hands

and knees and ask to be took back.

Mothballs.

Well, if you feel so bad, why'd you ever let him go?

Oh, it isn't his just going away. It's that he didn't stop to say goodbye.

The way you two young'uns have been lollygagging, it wouldn't be a surprise

to me if Wilford turned back at Centerville.

Oh, well, he can do as he's in mind to. I haven't liked him anyway since he made

such a show-off of himself at the Husking Bee last winter.

Sat there all evening cracking hickory nuts with his bat teeth.

your hand when you're going to make a turn.

Is there somebody there?

Oh, hello.

Hey, what's your name?

Clint. Clinton Hemmings.

Clinton Hemmings.

Gee, that's a pretty name.

Hey, you ain't wanted nowhere, are you?

Well, I think my mother wants me.

Why? Well, the way my luck has been lately, it's just like me to tie up with

somebody that's wanted from some nut hatchery.

Oh, no, nothing like that. I'm just on my way to the city with this load of

bicycles behind me.

Bicycles? Hey, that's my favorite sport.

Oh, boy.

Are they racers?

Sure.

Four of them.

I'm going to try and get in a six-day bike race.

Gee, that's a pretty good idea.

Think I'll do it, too.

Can you ride?

Can I ride?

Oh, boy. I made a mile and three decimal point two semicolon three ten flat.

Guess you're kind of lucky, ain't you, Clint?

Me? Sure.

I'm going to take you as my partner.

Are you?

Well, I don't know. I've been kind of arguing with myself, and right now it

looks as though I'm slipping.

Say, Clint, how are you fit for money?

Not so good.

I thought things was going along too good.

Look, my aunt's second cousin runs the Speedy Messenger Service.

I feel pretty sure he'll give us both a couple of jobs.

Yes, and I think they'll take it.

Get a telegram here for Wilford.

Quiet, Pop. Better open it up, Clint. Maybe somebody's been killed or

something. All right, give it to me.

Intercede. Work it out.

Okay, Clint. No use in me trying to break this darn contraption. I did it in

490 without half trying.

Come on, get on and do your 320. Wait a minute.

I got a message for you.

Yeah? What is it? Cablegram or radiograph?

Telegram. Maybe it's bad news.

Look, now, the race starts tonight.

We'd better play safe and not take any chances of getting you upset mental.

You better read the telegram after the race.

Go on and read the darn thing.

You act like I ain't got no nerves.

Phyllis ran away to city last night, maybe to join Harry St. Clair. Stop.

If you see her in city, please send her home and mend a mother's breaking heart.

Mother Jenkins.

Good sassafras.

That news you just read turned my vitals over just like you'd flip a pancake on a

hot griddle. That's fine.

I thought it was something important.

Important? It is important.

You know who that Phyllis is?

Yeah, Harry St. Clair's housekeeper.

Say, if I wasn't afraid of bruising my knuckles and hurting our chances in that

race tonight, I'd put a couple of bumps on your bean like bantam eggs.

And then I'd scramble them. Take it easy, Wilfred, take it easy. What's the

use of getting your dander up? I know, Clint.

But gosh, that girl has been my financier for the last three years.

Off and on.

I hate to impose on you hard-worked men, but there are three calls upstairs, and

if you don't get up there quick, there's going to be some changes around here on

Saturday night.

629 South Main.

Mrs. Greenbaum. Take a dog for a walk.

4162 Straight Street. Fish Grotto. Take a train for two. Ohio Hotel.

306.

Who is it?

Speedy Messenger Service. Food for two.

Well, bring it in. You think we want to eat it in the hall?

Put it down there, will you?

Hey, help me out with that red tie, will you?

Well,

if it isn't our old friend Hotshot from the country.

Yes, sir, and it looks as though I arrived just in the nick of time.

That's all right, Phyllis. It's me, Wilford.

Hey, what's the big idea, wise guy?

The big idea is that I'm going to send that little girl home to her ma.

And then I'm going to give you a darn good shellac. You keep your trap shut

and get out of here or I'll push your face in. Oh, yes. Well, us Simpsons have

a way of taking the law into our own hands where our women folks are

concerned. Oh, yeah?

Now maybe I'll get out of here.

This man broke in here and for no reason at all started to fight with me. Yes,

it's a lie, officer.

This man enticed Phyllis Jenkins away from Mildew. She's right in there.

Who's Phyllis Jenkins?

Phyllis Jenkins is my financier. Come here, I'll show you. She's in the

bathroom. Hey, she... I'll show you.

Come on, speak up. Is that Phyllis Jenkins?

Heck no.

G-O... This would sure be a hot one on me if we didn't all have a good sense of

humor.

Don't kid yourself, buddy. Me and my pal ain't got no sense of humor.

Not when it comes to breaking and entering, fighting and damaging

property, we ain't. Come on, let's go. Hold on, wait a minute. Hold on.

Where are you going?

I'll give you just three guesses.

Come on. Wait a minute. When you fellas find out who I am, there'll be some

pretty big apologies coming my way.

Ah, shut up. Nobody's paying a bit of attention to you.

Phillips.

Wilfred Simpson.

My father was at... Absolutely right. Wait. Let me pass.

Oh, wait. You just got to listen to me. I just had a fight with Harry Sinclair.

It goes to show what a hoodlum you are. How can you even dare talk to me about

it? Well, I did it all on account of you.

He's a married man.

And if you don't listen to me, you're going to make a big fool out of

yourself. Not half as big a fool as you've succeeded in making of yourself,

Wilfred Simpson.

All right. Come on. Take me to jail. Put me in a...

Any place, as long as there ain't no women.

Just ten minutes more and the race is going to

stop.

one of the great sport events of the year, the six-day bicycle race.

And with just a few moments remaining before the start, I'm going to turn the

microphone over to the dean of sports announcers, Mr. Fred Musi.

Take it away, Fred.

Thank you, Harry. Good luck, Fred, old boy. Thank you, boys.

Well,

folks, it's just five minutes before the start of the race.

Some of the riders are on the track trying it out.

The velodrome is packed to the rafters. The judges are in their places, and it

won't be long now before the teams will begin to line up.

Ready for the crack of that gun. And looking down on the world's fastest

bicycle track on a night like this, our hearts go out to all our friends and

shut-ins who can't be present to see the start of the coast's most stupendous

sensation, the six-day bicycle race.

Before the boys get lined up, I'd like to report that all the teams are present

except one.

Simpson, of the team of Simpson and Hemmings, has failed to appear at the

track.

Listen, they can't start this race yet. My partner, Mildew Simpson, ain't here.

Well, that's just too bad.

Listen, we'll start this race without either one of you.

Well, he'll be here any minute now.

Look, couldn't I start riding and ride till he gets here?

That's not for me to decide.

I'll have to consult the judges and the referee.

I'll wait right here for you. Have a seat. Thanks.

Thank you, Mr. St. Clair. Okay, that's something for your front page.

Rosemary, can I have five cents to buy some peanuts?

Yes. But you see that you come right back here.

All right, fella, be smart. Anybody gets in your way, ride them off the top.

Here's some good news, folks.

The track officials have consented to allow Clint Hemmings to ride alone for

four hours in the hope that his partner, Mildew Simpson, will show up by that

time. If Simpson doesn't appear by midnight, the team will automatically be

disqualified. Gee, I just gotta get out of here.

Hold on, you're wrong.

and I'm so miserable.

Let me out of here. Let me out of here.

Listen, you.

Any more of that, and we'll put you in the psychopathic ward. Yeah, but honest,

officer, I just got to get to that race. My partner's waiting for me.

I'm Mildew Simpson.

Can I help it?

Oh, wait a minute, officer.

Officer, this is serious.

My partner is waiting for me. Oh, shut up.

Shut up?

Hmm. Fine courtesy from a public servant.

There goes the bell calling the boys to the starting line.

And there goes old Mike Humphreys with his pistol, ready to start the boys on

that long, grueling grind of speed, spills, and thrills.

Watch yourself, chump.

The boys are lined up, and Humphreys is ready to start the field.

that gets here he'll take care of you come on come on

attention

racers

i've got some good news for you bill rhino the handy hat company has just

sent up fifty dollars to go to the winner of a 10-lap sprint at the sound

of the gun The sprint starts.

Ten times around, $50 to the winner.

Clint's a good rider, but he might as well quit now unless I can get out of

here.

There's the gun.

They're off on the first sprint.

Sinclair takes the lead.

Hemmings right on his tail.

What a race, folks.

The boys are traveling at a furious rate of speed.

Number five, little Eddie Papa Lotus.

No, I'm wrong.

He's number 24, Clint Hemmings.

The field got safely passed, folks.

What a thrill.

For a moment, it looked like a pretty close shave.

Sinclair looks all right, but Hemmings goes out for first aid.

This may eliminate the team of Simpson and Hemmings.

This lady wants to see Mildew Simpson.

He'll be here in a minute, miss.

What happened?

Just when that bike racer spills, I hear a noise like a guy sucking rock candy.

And I turns around just in time to see the smoke laying on the floor falling up

like an envelope.

Come on. Get him out of here.

Sure.

Come on. You ain't sick. Open up them grapes.

Is he hurt?

Only his feelings, miss. If you want to talk to him, you'll have to do it

through the bars.

Wilford, tell me that you forgive me.

Say, what kind of a jail is this? I thought I left word that if anybody

called, they was to say that I wasn't in.

Please, Wilford, you are absolutely right. That woman was Harry's wife, and

I'll never see him again.

It's too late now.

You've sowed your field of wild oats.

Now sleep in them.

And still confident his partner will show up?

Clint Hemmings is now wobbling into his second hour without relief, still

fighting in spite of the fact that he's two laps behind the field.

Come on, Wilford. Where are you?

Sinclair Dark Horse forges into lead in the first hour of race.

Famous theatrical writer outpoints entire field with rough house tactics.

The weasel. Now I've got to get out here and get into that race.

If you put me on the whipping post, you'll get a lot of pressure put on you

from mildew. Yeah?

Yes. Come on.

What's the matter? Don't you know how to open them? Outside.

Colonel Jenkins and Uncle Ezra.

Gosh, if I ain't glad to see you. Well, we ain't glad to see you. You've put us

to a lot of trouble and expense, Wilfred. How did you locate me? Phyllis,

she's so crazy about you, she wouldn't come home till I came and got you out.

Oh, the heck with all that. Get me out of here, and then chew the rag later.

You are out, Dirk.

I'm out?

I'm free to go?

I paid you fine, and here, hold on here. Where are you going? Going?

I'm going.

Gosh, 16 minutes? I'll be too late.

Hey, you!

Hey! Help! Police! Run with these! What's the matter? Hey, that man, he

stole my bicycle.

You stay here and see which way he goes. I'll get a smart car. Come on.

He'll break his neck or something.

I

don't see

him. I guess we lost him.

That Hemmings looks like he's all in.

We'd better pull him out.

Hey, he don't look so good.

We'll give him another five minutes.

It's too bad, folks.

But it looks like Hemmings can't last.

He's weakening, and any minute now, it looks as though he's through.

Oh, but where are you? Where are you?

Oh,

look who's here, folks.

Wilford Simpson, partner of that spunky little Clint Hemmings, and just in the

nick of time.

Folks, I'm telling you, never in the history of this old velodrome has any

rider made such a dramatic entrance as Simpson, careening into a race at the

last minute in time to save his partner and team from being disqualified.

Okay, Clint, you can relax. Now I'm here.

Oh, come on.

have just informed me that they penalized Simpson two laps for riding

out of uniform.

Give me more colors.

Come along, Israe. No, sir.

I'm going to find Wilford.

He's been eating my cooking for 20 years, and I'm going to take care of

him.

That's ours.

Simpson right after him.

Sinclair tries to shake him off.

Both riding with all their might. Simpson hanging on like a leech.

What a thrill!

Get back!

If he gets out in front again, run him off the track.

I just happen to think I ain't got no picture for the roadie gravy section.

Oh, I got it.

You can probably use one of those old pictures of me as a baby on a Velocity.

Simpson's going in for breakfast. Ha!

They won't give him a chance to eat.

Well, where is it? Coming up.

Well, hurry up. Good and sexy can't ride without food.

Clint. Clint.

How are you? Are you all right? Yes, I'm all right.

That fella, Sinclair, keeps riding me off the track.

Well, that's the second time.

I know, but you can't quit.

We've just got to win this race. You can't quit.

You all right?

Butterfingers! More coffee!

You forgot your sugar!

So,

for the sixth and final day of this terrific race.

The boys have been riding hard. The position of the teams remain about the

same. We've had spills and trills. We've had no casualties so far, and the men

seem to be in pretty fair condition.

But you never can tell what may happen.

All right, it's right on the dock for the last hour. Give them the gun when

they come around.

Wait.

Only one more hour to go.

Anything will stop you.

Ride like mad. Get going!

No! No!

Not now!

Not now!

Hey!

Try to pass me Champanot when you're right through that fence.

More specs.

I must have fallen.

You go check up with the doctor. If he says you're all right, you can get back

in the race.

Well, I'm all right. There's nothing wrong with me. Go and see the doctor.

Scissors, please.

Scissors.

Now, what's the matter with you?

Well, not a thing, Doc. I'm all right.

Well, you look all right to me.

There's nothing the matter with you. Get back in the race.

Please, Wilfred!

Please, hurry!

Smell like a hospital.

Well, come on, shove me off.

Oh, something's happening.

It's Simpson riding like an insane man.

He's going so fast the rest of the field appears slow.

He's driving at a furious rate of speed.

He's lapping the field.

I've never seen a man ride like this, Simpson.

He's slowing down.

But you can't tell about him. He's a very cagey rider.

He seems in difficulty.

Maybe he's getting a second wind.

It looks like anybody's race.

Wait a minute.

Simpson's bottled up in the field.

He can't get through.

He's dropping back.

You fellas trying to box me. This ain't fair.

bell in his mouth.

Guess you forget whose baby it is.