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Show 15 Lady Astor's pet horse." Jame chuckled to himself. Leaning back against a post, Dutch Schwenk had his eyes closed. His thumbs and forefingers of both hands slid along the length of his mustaches, again and again, beginning under his nose and ending beyond his cheeks, where they curled the ends of the handlebars. "That mustache must be eight inches long on each side!" Karl remarked. When Schwenk let go, the handlebars stood out as though they'd been starched. "And is he crazy about it," Jame said. "Every time we get a rest, Dutch plays lovey-dovey with that mustache like it was a hoor's behind." Jame laughed silently, his thick shoulders shaking. Since it wasn't like Jame to laugh without making a lot of noise, Karl looked at him in surprise. "What's so funny?" he asked. "Just anticipatin'," Jame said, with a grin. "Anticipating what?" Jame wiped his mouth with his wrist and leaned toward Karl. Amusement glittered in his eyes. "You're my pal, Karl, so I'll let you in on something. Today's the Fourth of July right? We got to work -- right? But it seems to me we should have a little fun, a little fireworks on the holiday. I won't tell you just what's gonna happen, but after the next heat's over, we'll have a long break before the one after that. If I know Dutch Schwenk, he'll fall asleep for a while. That's when I want you to keep your eyes peeled good and hard." "What are you going to do, Jame?" Karl asked, a laugh already rising in his chest, because when Jame was in a mood to act the clown, |