"Broke my new aut'mobile," carelessly replied my host, flicking a fly off the nigh side of his horse.
"Shu!"
"What'r given us?"
"Git out—"
"You ain't got no aut'mobile," chorused the crowd.
"Mebbe I haven't; but if you fellows know an aut'mobile from a hay rake, you might take a look in my big barn an' let me know what you see."
"Say, Joe, you're jokin',—hev you really got one?"
"You can look for yourselves."
"I saw one go through here 'bout six o'clock," interrupted a new-comer. "Great Jehosephat, but 't went like a streak of greased lightnin'."
"War that your'n, Joe?"