“I was down at Tanner’s Corners,” said Hervey blithely. “I got a hitch there; there was a ball game and, oh bimbo, it wasn’t over till nearly dark—some game”
“Hmph. Did you go there on account of the game?”
“No, I bunked into it.”
“Just went there, eh?”
“I got a dandy ride. Oh bimbo, I wish we had a car!”
Mr. Walton was one of those conservative, old-fashioned men who did not care about a car.
“You had no money?”
“Nope, I walked the tracks home and I got my foot caught in a switch and believe me, I had one narrow escape all right. The switch opened just before a train came along, gee I’m lame yet! Some adventure with the capital A underlined.”
“Is your foot cut?”
“No, but jimmies, it was pinched—good night! It’s getting all right now.”