"I guess nothing will. But, Lem, I'm not going to give you a ride for nothing," said Jack.
The man drew back suspiciously. He had expected something like this, his manner seemed to say.
"I ain't got any money," he whined.
"No, it's not money," went on Jack. "I only want you to help me look for something."
"Look for Suthin'?"
"Yes; along the road."
"What's the matter? Lose part of your autymobil?"
"No; it's a pocketbook—a wallet."
"A wallet?" exclaimed Lem, with such suddenness that Jack started.
"Yes," cried the lad. "You don't mean to say you found it?"