TURTLE EGGS FOR AGASSIZ 53 



" He evidently knew the police, or there were 

 few around at that time on a Sunday morning. 

 We went down the sleeping streets, as I had gone 

 down the wood-roads from the pond two hours 

 before, but with the rattle and crash now of a fire 

 brigade. Whirling a corner into Cambridge Street, 

 we took the bridge at a gallop, the driver shout- 

 ing out something in Hibernian to a pair of wav- 

 ing arms and a belt and brass buttons. 



" Across the bridge with a rattle and jolt that 

 put the eggs in jeopardy, and on over the cobble- 

 stones, we went. Half-standing, to lessen the jar, 

 I held the pail in one hand and held myself in 

 the other, not daring to let go even to look at 

 my watch. 



" But I was afraid to look at the watch. I was 

 afraid to see how near to seven o'clock it might 

 be. The sweat was dropping from my nose, so 

 close was I running to the limit of my time. 



" Suddenly there was a lurch, and I dove for- 

 ward, ramming my head into the front of the 

 cab, coming up with a rebound that landed me 

 across the small of my back on the seat, and sent 

 half of my pail of eggs helter-skelter over the 

 floor. 



