“In that case we would have knocked the train over,” said Townsend. “Wait a minute, I’m going to ask the lady if we can get gas anywhere around here.”
He strolled over to the table d’hôte fence and called to the hostess of the establishment: “Gasoline? Can we get gasoline anywhere around here?”
“Idner,” the woman responded, shrugging her shoulders.
“I say is there a gas station near?”
“Gess (shrug) lotterdamile gess, Idner.”
“Very far—long way?”
“Gess yer Idner,” said the woman with another shrug.
“There must be a place or a man named Idner somewhere,” said Townsend.
“She means, I don’t know,” said Pee-wee.
“Baaah—h—h,” said the goat.