"Jack Kilmeny will ride Teddy Roosevelt," blared the megaphone man.
It blared at a gathering of dismounted, irritated truck personnel.
"I know nothing of a mare and spider," blared the great voice.
Then he tossed his head proudly, and blared a great trumpet-note of defiance.
"We haven't seen you for a week, Mr. Judson," blared out Dawson.
"Good for you, Hendy," blared ...