"That's all right," said Old Man Hatton, and grasped it firmly. "Want to thank you."
"That's all right," said Chug. "Didn't do a thing."
"No business driving alone that hour of the night. Girls nowadays—" He looked around the garage. "Work here, I suppose?"
"Yessir."
"If there's anything I can do for you? Over at the mill."
"Guess not," said Chug.
"Treat you right here, do they?"
"Fine."
"Let's see. Who owns this place?"
"I do."