“Gee, but that’s a scheme!” exclaimed Jerry. “Say, you fellows might make a lot of money that way!”
“So we thought,” responded Willard dryly. “That’s why we’re doing it, although I suppose you chumps thought we’d bought this thing just so that we could take you to ride.”
“You mean that I’ve got to lug this blamed box all the way back from the station?” demanded Teddy.
“I hope so,” said Tom. “You’ll have to if we get any passengers.”
Teddy stared doubtfully and dubiously back toward home. Jerry grinned heartlessly. “Serves you right for butting in,” he said.
“Well, I can ride home on the trolley,” sighed Teddy. Then, “Look here, how much do you charge to bring folks back?”
“Twenty-five cents.”
Teddy put his feet on the preserving jars and settled himself comfortably in a corner of the comfortable leather seat. “All right,” he said magnificently, “I’ve got a quarter. You take me to my house, fellows!”
Tom and Willard laughed, but Jerry viewed Teddy thoughtfully a minute as they turned into River Street. Then, ingratiatingly, “You don’t happen to have two quarters, do you, Teddy?” he asked.
“I do not,” answered Teddy promptly and coldly. “Besides, you haven’t anything to carry and it would be wasteful and extravagant for you to ride home. And besides that, Jerry, you owe me a dime now. And it’s about time you paid it!”