I've rid everything from a goat ter a huffier, an'
yer kin bet yer gold-plugged tooth I ain't goin' ter welsh fer no ole
piece o' machinery."
They entered the office, and were at once greeted by an elderly man, Mr.
Truax, in a warm manner. After talking over things in general, Ted said:
"That's a fine car of yours out there, Mr. Truax."
"Funny thing about that car," said the commission merchant. "That's not
my car, and nobody seems to know whose car it is."
"That certainly is strange," said Ted. "How does it come to be standing
out there?"
"It was this way, and it's a good story, but none of the newspaper boys
have been in to-day, and so I couldn't give it out: Right back of us
here is a railroad station. There's an eastbound train through here at
seven-thirty every morning. She was just pulling into the station this
morning as I was unlocking the office door, and I heard a chugging
behind me. I looked up, and here came the car with only one man in it.
He pulls up short, picks up a bag, which was very heavy, for it was all
he could do to stagger along with it.
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