We went on our way wondering why it was that no amateur American crew had ever beaten an English one in a four-mile race. When the car was blocked by a mass of motors a little distance above the bridge, a punt floated slowly by, and a nice-looking lad called out to me: "Which won?" It never occurred to me that he, less than a mile from the finish, did not know the result, when crowds were at that moment reading the bulletins in Times Square and men were discussing it in the clubs in Hong Kong. So, thinking he was "pulling my leg," I answered "Harvard." "Hard luck," was all he said, as his punt slipped quickly by. I was therefore considerably startled when a man in the car next ours remarked, in an indignant tone: "You had no right to say that. You know it is not true!" "Why," I replied, "so did he." "Not at all, or he would not have asked." "Well, I am sorry; I supposed he was poking fun at me." But this only made matters worse. For he now shouted: "You had no right to assume that. The lad was evidently a gentleman and would not have been guilty of such an unsportsmanlike thing." By this time I felt as if I had poisoned the favorite for the Derby, and in desperation said: "Well, after all, no great harm was done." "That is more than you know," replied this uncompromising individual; "he may have had something on it!" Now I felt as if I had picked the lad's pocket, and did what any pickpocket would do, escaped as soon as possible! We drove to Maidenhead for tea and had the good luck to find there the Siegels. I don't think you know them. He is one of the so-called "Pittsburgh crowd"--inventor of a patent car-seat or something of the sort--and has made a mint of money. I have been told that in Pittsburgh he is called "Chilled Steel"! Well, he is anything but that when one meets him away from business. He overflows with kindness and fun. After cordial greetings I told him of my experience on the towing-path, and he was greatly amused. "But," he said, with mock solemnity, "you ought to have known better than to monkey with sport in England. It is their religion. It was like crying 'To Hell with the Pope' on St. Patrick's Day." I said it was too bad Harvard was beaten. "What did you expect?" he asked, and then: "Did you have much on it?" "Nothing but interest," I replied. "That's where you are ahead of me," he said. "I had some capital on it!" "Did you expect Harvard to win?" "Who, I? Not in a thousand years; but just to cheer the boys up a bit I put a few pounds on them. Well, it's all gone, but I guess I'll charge it up to the 'Charity Fund,' and so have a few coppers left for a cigar after dinner."