"Oh, I'm going to turn around," declared Jack. "I'm going back to
Chelton. That's where you're headed for, I take it?"
"Sure. That's where I'm goin', and I'm tired, too. I've had a long walk this mornin', and—"
"Are you working in the blacksmith shop?" asked Walter quietly.
"No. What made you think that?" asked Lem quickly. "If you think—"
Then he stopped suddenly. An indignant look, that Lem had assumed, faded from his face. "No, I wasn't workin' there," he went on. "I—er—I just stopped in to see about gettin' a piece of iron."
"Well, do you want to ride back with me?" asked Jack, who wondered at Walter's question.
"That's what I do, if you're goin' my way."
"Yes, I'll turn around in a minute. Go ahead, Cora and Walter. Get back as soon as you can."
Jack cranked up his car, got in, and, running in a half circle, steered it to where Lem was standing.
"I ain't much in the habit of ridin' in these here kind of wagons," remarked Lem with a smirk. "I hope nothin' happens t' us."