MY QUEST OF THE ARAB HORSE 



hat never looks quite right on you, especially 

 if it's a size and a half too small. Moore han- 

 dled his hat as a farmer does the parlor lamp. 

 He dropped it once, and it fell out of the car- 

 riage the same number of times. He didn't 

 wear it, but he tried to balance it on his head 

 as a carrier would carry a jug of water. 

 Thompson did not have a frock coat, but he 

 had a raincoat which he said he could button 

 so that no one could tell it from a frock. This, 

 with ordinary trousers, and a straw hat an- 

 chored by a clothesline to his toughest button- 

 hole, completed his outer raiment. As for my- 

 self, I had a frock coat, with trousers of an- 

 other suit, and a plain slouch white hat that 

 looked well (I thought, in New York), but 

 which showed the effects of the trip on the 

 Oriental Limited from Paris. It was all right 

 to turn water, but I saw that the foreign 

 diplomats noticed the general outfit, which, in 

 a baseball term, was not what one might call 

 "team work." 



We were hurried into two carriages to the 

 scene of action, with officers wrapped in gold 

 braid distributed among us, which gave to the 

 trip a military atmosphere. 



The feeble dogs dragged themselves out of 



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