“What is it?” says I.
“Goin’ to peg him down. Four pegs, one to each leg. Hold him tight. Then I’ll git help and move the garage over him. He! he! he! Guess that’ll s’prise him some.”
“Better put your garage on wheels so’s it’ll be easy to wheel it around,” says I. “Then you can push it over him every night.”
“Young feller,” says the man, “that’s a noble idee. It’s wuth the money. Glad you stopped me.”
“Much obliged,” says I. “What I stopped you for was to get you to carry a letter for me. Just drop it in the post-office.”
“Any hurry, young feller?”
“Sort of pressin’,” says I.
“I’ll do my best, but I hain’t guaranteein’ nothin’. May be a week ’fore I post it. How far you calc’late I live up the road?”
“Haven’t any idea,” says I.
“Four miles. How long you calc’late I’ve been gittin’ to here?”