"Here, I say there! Can you do anythink for this car? My fool of a shover can't find out what's wrong, and we'll crock up altogether if we go on like this. The engine's knocking like anythink."
By this time he had reached the doorway, and he stood there facing Templeton, after shooting one brief glance at Eves on the bench. Templeton, looking a little more solemn even than usual—or perhaps his expression was partly due to the black smears on his face—had not time to reply before Eves put in a word.
"Can yer do anythink for the gentleman?" he said.
"P'raps you've got another car handy?" said the stranger.
"No, there's none in just now," replied Templeton.
"Can't you find one? Look here, young feller, I'll make it worth yer while. I've got to call on the mayor and be at the camp inside of an hour. What yer say?"
"There's not another car in the place. They're all at the camp."
"Well, then, you got to do somethink, and look alive!"
"Don't keep the gentleman waiting!" said Eves, already enjoying himself. The turn things had taken seemed to carry prospects of what he called a "splendid rag."
Templeton asked the chauffeur to step out, and taking his place, started the car, listening intently.