“Good-bye, pard.”
“Stop in, Bill, and see me when you come by my place,” said I.
“You bet,” said he.
And he did, the next day, and I showed him off to Harriet, who brought him a plate of her best doughnuts and asked him about his mother.
Yesterday I saw him again careering by in the truck. The job was finished. He waved his hand at me.
“I'm off,” said he.
“Where?” I shouted.
“Canada.”
