a-tilting! -- five hundred mailed and belted knights on
bicycles!

The grandest sight that ever was seen. Lord, how
the plumes streamed, how the sun flamed and flashed
from the endless procession of webby wheels!

I waved my right arm as Launcelot swept in -- he
recognized my rag -- I tore away noose and bandage,
and shouted:

"On your knees, every rascal of you, and salute the
king! Who fails shall sup in hell to-night!"

I always use that high style when I'm climaxing an