“Got some coffee, there?” asked Bud abruptly.
The man grunted in the negative. The old woman punched the coals into a blaze.
“Give you fifty cents, if you’ll make me a pot full,” said Bud.
The little girl’s mother looked up with interest.
“What kind o’ money?” drawled the man.
“Part of this,” said Bud displaying Lafe’s two-dollar bill.
The man reached out his hand.
“Got the change?” Bud inquired.
The old woman reached under her dress and withdrew her hand with a bag of silver coin.
“We’re over in the track working on the airship,” explained Bud with no little pride. “When it’s ready bring it over. You can see the aeroplane.”