"We are cadets from Putnam Hall."
"Oh! I see! Waal, don't ye try to play no trick on Ezra Cole, or I'll let fly with this hoss-pistol, sure ez you're born!"
"We don't want to play any tricks, Mr. Cole," answered Jack. "We are in trouble, and I was wondering if you could help us out."
"Wot's the trouble?"
In as few words as possible the young major and his chums explained the difficulty. The old farmer listened with interest.
"I know Mr. Ford; he buys garden sass from me," he said.
"We don't know how we are going to get to the Lodge, unless we can find somebody to drive us over," said Pepper. "Could you do it, if we paid you?"
"Wot, with this load o' potatoes? Not much!"
"Couldn't you leave your potatoes here?" asked Andy. "I'll give you fifty cents to drive me over."
"And so will I," added Pepper.