"Give ye a big lump o' chocolate if ye'll tell us," said one woman.
"Master told me not to talk," was all the boy would say.
The grocer's clerk went out to the auto with a basket and packed the purchases into it.
Ben came from behind the starch boxes, went out the door, and accosted him.
"Do you want to make five dollars?" he asked.
"Do I?" drawled the boy, winking at him. "Ain't I got a girl?"
"Then jump in and drive this car out to the Carder farm. I want to talk to Pete."
"Eh-h-h! You're a reporter!" cried the boy. "Less see the money."
Ben promptly produced it. "In with you now."
"Sure, I'll have to speak to Pete," the boy demurred. "He can't walk out to the farm with them phony legs."