“What do you mean by ‘supposedly?’”
“Wa-al,” came shrewdly, “you’re wantin’ to git through town, I take it.”
“Sure thing. We’re headed for Neponset Corners.”
“Exactly,” and the voice was a drawl now. “Got some money, I s’pose.”
“A little,” says Poppy guarded-like, and he looked at me to see if I had the same suspicions of the stranger that he had.
“As much as five dollars?” came the continued drawl, as the man sort of bent over and studied our faces.
“I think so.”
“Wa-al, then,” came the quick decision, “it’ll cost you an even five dollars.”
“To go through town?”
“Exactly, brother,” and the man rubbed his hands. “Exactly.”