"You can drive and you're going to," she continued. "I've got to send this telegram quick, and you've got to take it." She opened her purse and placed two coins on the fender of the car. "There's a dollar to pay for the message, and there's a five-dollar gold-piece to pay you for your trouble."
Bub gave a gasp. He came up beside her and stared at the money. Then he turned to look at Sarah Judd.
"What's up?" he demanded.
"Private business. Don't ask questions; you'd only get lies for answers. Go and earn your money."
"Miss' Conant, she's gone to Millbank herself. Ef she sees me there, I'll git fired. The boss'll fire me himself, anyhow, fer usin' the car when he tol' me not to."
"How much do you get a week!" asked Sarah.
"Four bits."
"That's about two dollars a month. In two months the Conants will move back to the city, and by then you'll have earned four dollars. Why, Bub, it's cheaper for you to take this five-dollar gold-piece and get fired, than to work for two months for four dollars."
Bub scratched his head in perplexity.
"Ye ain't count'n' on the fun o' workin'," he suggested.