“What if you did? What’s the use of all this fussin’ and rushin’ around? This feller to run it ain’t here, and we can’t count on him now.”
“I’ll do it.”
Mr. Elder’s mouth opened.
“You mean go up in the machine?”
“Yes.”
“And risk breakin’ your neck?”
“Hundreds are doing that every day. Hasn’t been but two men broken their necks yet.”
“You’re foolish.”
“May be. But I’ll do it if you’ll give me the chance.”