7 p.m.
`` Whisper , Bunch ! '' I suggested ; `` let 's do the selfish gag for once and leave the wives at home . I have n't bet a nickle on a skate for two years , but my little black man has the steering wheel to-day and I 'm going to fall off the sense wagon and break a five dollar bill . '' `` I 'm with you , John , '' chuckled Bunch , and half an hour later we were on our way | to the track , after having sent notes to our wives that important business kept us chained to the post of duty , but if they would meet us at the Hotel Astor at 7 p.m. we 'd all dine together . Bunch had just tied his Bubble to a tree at the track and was in the act of giving it a long cool drink of gasolene and some cracked oats , when Flash Harvey bore down on us and made a touch for the turn-out . `` Say , Bunch ! '' chirped Flash , `` lend me the choo-choo for half an hour , will you ?