“Very well.”
“Red flag an’ white flag, red globe an’ a white globe. Them’s fur extras.”
“Is that all?”
“No. Five gallons signal oil. Might’s well git enough while we’re at it.”
“Yes, Tommy,” said the agent, “but you must remember that all these supplies will be charged up to you, and your reign at the river will be successful or otherwise in proportion to the expense of the station.”
“I don’t quite git yeh,” said Tommy, eyeing the agent. “Yo’ don’t think fur a secont ’at I’m goin’ t’ put up fur this truck?”
“Not exactly, Tommy; but the company holds you responsible for the property in your charge, and you must be as economical—that is, as saving—as if you were paying for them.”
Tommy looked troubled.
“Do you think you really need all these things?” asked the station-master.
“Yes,” said Tommy, positively. He was usually positive, one way or the other.