“Well, I’m afraid you won’t be able to stop him at the last moment at all,” Tom told him.
“Rather him than me,” I said.
“Oh,” said Tom, “a woodsman thinks nothing of that. It’s great sport for him. Why, Brent couldn’t feel as comfortable sitting at the movies.”
“Horrors! Tom! I pray then, hereafter, that I shall be delivered from ever thinking of Rivers when I’m at the movies. The thought would make me decidedly uncomfortable.” Somehow, I liked Brent for saying that!
CHAPTER XXX—THE THREADS UNRAVEL
“What was the dark secret?” I asked Tom, a few moments later.
“It is dark too!” Tom answered. “Sit down here, Brent,” (he indicated the willow rocker in front of the hearth) “while I tell you something mighty interesting.”
“Ah,” said Brent, “a bedtime story.”
“Nothing of the kind,” Tom said. “But I went up to that garage. Mighty nice country fellow has it. Just keeps a helper during the day so the job was handed over to him. There wasn’t much the matter with it and the owner said the kid could do it as well as he.”
“Didn’t I tell you a child could fix your car?” Brent teased.