L. Frank Baum

“ Wampus was wrestling with the tire.
"I have never start a private graveyard," he replied, "for reason I am afraid to hurt anyone. But I am Wampus. If Mister Algy he dance to-night, somebody mus' lead him, for he will be blind." ”

“ There was but one thing to be done.
"Pretty good road here," said Wampus. "Hold tight an' don't get scare. We make a race of it."
"Go ahead," returned Uncle John, grimly. "If any of those scoundrels get in your way, run them down."
"I never like to hurt peoples; but if that is your command, sir, I will obey," said Wampus, setting his jaws tightly together.
The car gathered speed and shot over the road at the rate of twenty miles an hour; then twenty-five—then thirty—and finally forty. The girls sat straight and looked eagerly ahead. ”

“ A red flag fluttered in the center of the road, some four feet from the ground.
"Look out!" shouted Uncle John. "Stop, Wampus; stop her, I say!"
Wampus saw why, and applied his brakes. The big car trembled, slowed down, and came to a stop less than a foot away from three ugly bars of barbed wire which had been placed across the road. They were now just beside the buildings, and a triumphant shout greeted them from their captors, the remittance men. ”