"Almost the colour of her hair," he thought.
"I must have a shuvver to overhaul the machine, until I've been put wise," he said, when, after some discussion, he had agreed to buy the yellow car if it were satisfactory. "But I want to learn to drive right away. I'd sure be on pins and needles, sittin' like a duke, in behind, with somebody else at the helm. How long will it take me? I'm pretty quick at pickin' up new things."
"Can you drive a horse?" the man inquired.
Nick laughed. "I can worry along some."
Few men in California knew more about horses than he.
"Well, then, you'll get the trick of steering sooner. Six or seven lessons might do you."
"Lessons of an hour or two?"
"Well, yes. That's about it."
"Suppose I pay extra, and practise extra? If I keep at it all day and every day, will I be warranted safe and kind after, say, four lessons? I can have several men to teach me maybe, if I tire one out."
"But you're only one man. Keeping at it like that you'd feel a strain."