“Oh, we’re just out for a hike,” she answered. “You see, we get tired of all the ordinary places, so we thought we would walk by here.”
“We’re interested in your bridge,” added Louise. “We just love bridges.”
“This one ain’t so good any more,” the old man said disparagingly.
“Doesn’t it get lonely here?” ventured Louise. “Sitting here all day long?”
“It did at first, Miss. But I got used to it. Anyway, it beats leanin’ on a shovel for the gov’ment. I got a little garden over yonder a ways. You ought to see my tomatoes. Them Ponderosas is as big as a plate.”
“Do you ever operate the bridge?” Louise inquired, for Penny had not told her that the structure was still in use.
“Oh, sure, Miss. That’s what I’m here for. But it ain’t safe for nothin’ heavier than a passenger car.”
“I’d love to see the bridge lowered.” Louise stared curiously up at the tall cantilevers which pointed skyward. “When will you do it next time, Mr.—?”
“Davis, if you please, Miss. Thorny Davis they calls me. My real name’s Thorndyke.”
The old man pulled a large, silver watch from his pocket and consulted it.