Then Buck came up to him again.
"See here, kid, are you acquainted around here at all?"
"Did you ever see me around here before?" chaffed Bart audaciously.
"Don't get fresh! This is business."
"Why, yes--I reckon I could find my way from Springfield to Bascober."
Bart had mentioned two points miles remote from the Millville district.
"He'll do," spoke Hank Tolliver for the first time. "Ask him, Buck."
"Do you want to drive that rig a few miles for us for a dollar?" asked
Buck Tolliver.
"Me?" cried Bart. "I guess so!"
"Can you obey orders?"
"Try me, boss."
"He'll do, I tell you. What do you want to waste time this way for!"
snapped Hank Tolliver irritably.
"Hitch him up," ordered Buck to Bart. "Come on, Hank."
Bart chuckled to himself. He did not know what all this might lead to,
but it was a famous start.
While he was putting on the horse's harness and hitching him up, the
brothers spread a piece of canvas over the wagon box. This they tucked
in, and completely covered trunk and canvas with long grass pulled from
the edge of a water pit near by.
Bart had the rig in full starting shape by the time they had concluded
their labors.
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