“I allus knew you was the kind of a little bird that could fly if you drew them feet off the ground,” he said. “Call the turn.” “We have got fifteen minutes,” said Jimmie. “Here we go fresh across the street to celebrate.” At this period the minds of both these worthy men were clear and free from any further operation than that natural to taking a drink, but after that first drink, and with the confidence, bred of another, to believe in that money, James’ mind extended itself. He pounded the bar with his fist. “I am dead sick and tired of going over the same old streets,” said he. “It occurs to me at times that I’ll have to turn off som’ers, or bust.” “Yep,” assented the conductor; “that’s right, too. All the time the same streets; all the time the same old dog that comes just so near getting pinched; all the time the same fat man waving his umbrell’; all the time the same Dagoes with gunnysacks filled with something, and smelling with a strong Italian accent; all the time the same war over that transfer, after that same young lady has traveled half a mile beyond where she ought to have got off. If I had another drink I could feel very bad about this.” “Let’s,” said Jimmie. So the conductor felt very bad about it, and Jimmie, like the good friend he was, felt worse. “Yes, sir,” said he, “I just naturally will have to turn off som’ers, or I surely _will_ bust.” There gleamed a radiance from the crisp array before the mirror. Genius had hit Jimmie--hypnotic. “Say, Tommie,” said he, “we _will_ turn off som’ers. If you’ll go me on it we’ll take the old ambulance clear to the end of everything in sight this morning. There is more than forty thousand switches we’d oughter took long ago, and they can’t stop us. If we get our jobs excused away from us we c’n lean up against that five thousand until we are rested. Come along,” said he, inspiration working. “Come on, old man!” “Say,” said the conductor, “I’ve got you faded. I don’t care if I never work again, and as for jerking a piece of common clothes-line every time a person with a mind to shoves one small nickel into my hand, why, I am really tired of it. I have had idees of a nobler life than this, Jimmie. They usually come after the sixth round, but when I think of that five thousand--” He stopped abruptly. They grabbed each other and made for the yard. “Come on, you fellers!” yelled the starter. “Get a wiggle on. Youse are due now.” “Comin’, uncle!” said Jimmie, in a sharp falsetto. “Slowly comin’!” boomed the conductor. “Ain’t you got a gayness, though?” said the starter. The motorman elaborately placed one silver dollar in the hands of the starter and closed the latter’s fingers upon it. “Keep this,” he said, from many years’ experience of viewing the hero leaving the lady of his choice with a sob in the orchestra. “Keep this,” he repeated waveringly, quaveringly and tenderly. “Do the same by yourself. This is a sooveniret of something you never heard of before.”