"Oh, I'm going to turn around," declared Jack. "I'm going back to
Chelton. That's where you're headed for, I take it?"
"Sure. That's where I'm goin', and I'm tired, too. I've had a long
walk this mornin', and--"
"Are you working in the blacksmith shop?" asked Walter quietly.
"No. What made you think that?" asked Lem quickly. "If you
think--"
Then he stopped suddenly. An indignant look, that Lem had assumed,
faded from his face. "No, I wasn't workin' there," he went on.
"I--er--I just stopped in to see about gettin' a piece of iron."
"Well, do you want to ride back with me?" asked Jack, who wondered
at Walter's question.
"That's what I do, if you're goin' my way."
"Yes, I'll turn around in a minute. Go ahead, Cora and Walter. Get
back as soon as you can."
Jack cranked up his car, got in, and, running in a half circle,
steered it to where Lem was standing.
"I ain't much in the habit of ridin' in these here kind of wagons,"
remarked Lem with a smirk. "I hope nothin' happens t' us."
"I guess nothing will. But, Lem, I'm not going to give you a ride
for nothing," said Jack.
The man drew back suspiciously. He had expected something like
this, his manner seemed to say.
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