"You're married?" he vaguely asked.
"Sure, these five years; we got two kids." The boyish driver chuckled and shook his head reminiscently. "Darn little tykes! What they ain't up to I don't know. Dragged a big bull pup in off the street last week, they did, and scared the missus into fits. Pete—he's four—had it by the collar bold as brass, and it ugly enough to scare you. Say, I'm trying one of those schemes for training kids on him; exercising him, you know. You ought to see the muscles he's got already, arms and legs hard as nails. Think it will work all right?"
Adriance looked down into the eager face.
"Yes, I do," he said slowly. "You cannot be more than twenty-five or six——?"
"Twenty-five is right."
"You must have worked pretty hard?"
"Ever since I was fourteen," was the cheerful assent. He pulled out a watch of the dollar variety and looked at it. "One o'clock it is! We'll get along again, boys. Yes, I've been busy. But the missus and I are saving up. Some day I'm going to have a trucking business of my own; there's good money in it. Well, we're sure obliged to you for waiting for us."
The other two men were coming down the bank. Adriance drew off his glove and held out his hand to his acquaintance.
"I am glad I met you. Good luck!"
"Same to you!" He pulled off his mitten to give the clasp. "Are you going to the ferry?"