Stover, perceiving the note of skepticism, turned and looked The Roman haughtily in the face, then, turning to Jimmy, he said in a half whisper: "Who's the old buck, anyhow?" Jimmy stiffened on the box as though he had received an electric shock; then, biting his lips, he answered with a vicious lunge at the horses: "Oh, he comes back and forth every now and then." They were now in the open country, rolling steadily past fields of sprouting things, with the warm scent of new-plowed earth borne to them on the gentle April breeze. All of a sudden Stover seemed to dive sideways from the coach and remained suspended by his razor-tipped patent-leathers. "Hi, there!" cried Jimmy, bringing the coach to a stop with a jerk, "what are you trying to do?" Stover reappeared. "Seeing if there are any females inside." "What's that to you?" said Jimmy indignantly. "Keep your eye peeled and I'll show you," said the urchin, standing up, freeing his belt and unbuttoning his vest. In a moment, by a series of contortions, he drew forth the three signs and proudly displayed them. "See these gilt ones," he said confidentially to the astounded Roman, "got 'em in the open car; stood right up and unscrewed them--penal offense, my boy. The tin one was easier, but it's a beaut. 'No loitering on these premises.' Cast your eye over that," he added, passing it to The Roman, who, as he gravely received it, gave Jimmy a dig that cut short a fit of coughing. "Pretty fine, eh?" said Stover. "Em, yes, quite extraordinary--quite so." "And what do you think of these?" continued Stover, producing two silver nickel-plated knobs ravished from the washbasin. "'Pull and Push'--that's my motto. Say, Bill, how does that strike you?" The Roman examined them and handed them back. "You'll find it rather--rather slow at the school, won't you?" "Oh, I'll put ginger into it." "Indeed." "What's your line of goods, old Sport?" said Stover, examining Mr. Hopkins with a knowing eye. "Books," said The Roman with a slight jerk of his thin lips. "I see!" Jimmy stopped the horses and went behind, ostensibly to see if the door was swinging. "Let me drive?" said Stover, fidgeting after a moment's contemplation of Jimmy's method. "I'll show you a thing or two." "Oh, you will, will you?" "Let's have 'em." Jimmy looked inquiringly at Mr. Hopkins and, receiving a nod, transferred the reins and whip to Stover, who immediately assumed a Wild West attitude and said patronizingly: "Say, you don't get the speed out of 'em." "I don't, eh?" "Naw." They were at that moment reaching the brink of a hill, with a sharp though short descent below. "In my country," said Stover professionally, "we call a man who uses a brake a candy dude. The trick is to gallop 'em down the hills. Hang on!"