In the back of Jimmy`s Mack stood a round steel cage welded into shape by Slim, made out of sucker gauge. How fine, they cried, now with you inside, strapped in there safe and sound. I thought, my-o-my, how the sparks will fly if that thing ever hit the ground.
Slim was so pleased when I had eased into his trap of death. He had slammed the door but I said no more and I thought I`d breathed my last breath. We was out in the sticks down Highway Six and the crowd was just about right. The speed was too, so out I flew like a stick of rollin` dynamite.
When I hit the ground you could hear the sound and see the sparks a country mile. End over end I began to spin but the ball started runnin` wild. But it was too late as I met my fate and the ball started gettin` hot. But through the sparks and the flame I knew that the claim of the Master of Sparks was gone.
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