“But we’ve only got the option until to-morrow afternoon,” objected Tom. “Don’t you think you might manage to do it to-night, Mr. Brennan? We wouldn’t want to lose the car, if it really proved to be a good one, you see.”
Jimmy scowled thoughtfully at a lathe. At last, his face clearing, “All right,” he said. “I’ll do it somehow. Maybe it’ll be late, but that won’t matter if Saunders will let me have the key. I’ll do it. Where’ll I see you to-morrow? Will you be back here?”
“We’ll come down in the morning, before school,” replied Willard. “How much will you charge to do it?”
“Oh, that’ll be all right; it won’t cost you much. I’ll have to charge according to my time, I suppose.”
Willard was for letting it stand so, but Tom said firmly: “I don’t believe you’d overcharge us, Mr. Brennan, but we haven’t much money, and so, if you wouldn’t mind giving us an idea as to about what it would be worth——”
“Well, say two dollars, at the outside. If I can do it for less I will, boys. I won’t stick you.”
“We-ell,” began Tom doubtfully. But Willard pulled his sleeve, as he said: “That’ll be all right, I think. What we want is to know just what it would cost to fix her up to run, you know.”
“Sure. Who was you going to get to do the work?” asked Jimmy.
“Why, we thought maybe you would. That is, if you had the time,” said Tom. “Will’s father, Mr. Morris, you know, said he thought you would.”