“You’re right there and I guess we’d have had a tussle to have gotten these wheels through the last time we were here.”
“What mak’ dem wheel go, oui?”
The boys had enjoyed a good dinner and had come from the hotel to resume their trip to find a big French Canadian closely examining the motor cycles which they had left standing by the porch.
“This electric motor makes it go,” Bob replied pleasantly as he pointed to the machine.
“She go fast, oui?”
“Makes pretty good time,” Bob smiled.
“You sell one to me?” the Frenchman asked, pulling a huge roll of bills from his pocket. “How much?”
“Sorry, but they are not for sale,” Bob replied as he took hold of the handle-bars of his wheel and started to lead it away from the porch.
“I geeve two hunnerd dollar for heem,” the man insisted, grabbing hold of the saddle.
“I said they were not for sale,” Bob declared, a bit nettled by the fellow’s attitude.