"I've got one I wouldn't sell for $1,000," said the Flamingo. "It's the one I eat with," he added. "That's not legal tender," said the Polar Bear. "You couldn't change it if it was," sneered the Flamingo. [Illustration: On the Oscycle.] "I could change it in a minute if I wanted to," said the Polar Bear, with a chuckle. "What with, cash?" demanded the Flamingo, scornfully. "No--with one whack of my paw," said the Bear, shaking his fist menacingly at the Flamingo. "I could change your whole face, for that matter," he added, with a frown. "I was only fooling, Poley, old man," said the Flamingo, a trifle worried. "Of course you could, but you wouldn't, would you?" "Not unless I had to," replied the Bear, "but, gee, aren't we just whizzing along! Are you cold, Tom?" "Yes," said Tom, with a shiver, "just a little." "Well, come sit next to me and I'll let you use my furs. I don't need 'em myself. I'm a pretty warm Bear, considering where I come from." "Sit close, gentlemen," cried the man in charge of the Oscycle. "We're coming to a thank-you-marm. Look out! Look out! Hang together. By jove, there goes the Monkey." And sure enough, off the Monkey flew as the Oscycle crossed the hump at an enormous rate of speed. "Hi, there, you fellows," the Monkey shrieked, as he landed in the soft snow, "wait a minute. Hi, you! Stop! Wait for me!" "Can't do it," roared the man in charge. "Can't stop--going too fast." "But what am I going to doo-oo-oo?" shrieked the Monkey excitedly. "Get inside of a snowball and roll down. We'll catch you on the way back," the Kangaroo yelled, and as they now passed out of hearing of the monkey's voice no one knew how the little creature took the suggestion. "I'm glad he's gone," said the Hippopotamus. "He was a nuisance--and I tell you I had a narrow escape. He had his tail wound around my neck a minute before. He might have yanked me off with him." "Yanked you?" said the Old Gentleman from Saturn, gazing contemptuously at the Hippopotamus. "Bosh! The idea of a seven-pound monkey yanking a three-ton Hippopotamus!" "What?" roared the man in charge. "A what how much which?" "Three-ton," said the Old Gentleman from Saturn. "That's what he weighs. I know because he stepped on my toe getting off the Trolley." "But it's against the law!" cried the Man in Charge. "We're not allowed to carry more than 1,000 pounds on these Machines." "Humph!" laughed the Kangaroo. "It's very evident, Hippy, that you'll have to go way back and lose some weight." "I can't help weighing three tons," said the Hippopotamus. "I'm built that way." "That's all right," said the Man in Charge, wringing his hands in despair; "but you'll have to get off. If you don't we'll go over the edge." His voice rose to a shriek. Tom's heart sank and he half rose up. "Sit still," said the two Andirons, grabbing him by the arms. "We're in for it. We've got to take what comes."