“I’d rather do that than borrow any more from you,” returned the other disgustedly. “You’re a tightwad.”
“Honest, I haven’t got any more,” replied Teddy. “Look.” He pulled a leather purse from his pocket and held it open for inspection. It held a quarter, two flattened and defaced pennies and a much begrimed one-cent stamp. Jerry nodded.
“All right. I can walk back without hurting myself. Say, she goes like a breeze, Tom. Let her out some more, why don’t you? How fast can she go?”
“Eighty miles an hour,” replied Tom, winking at Willard. Jerry jeered.
“I’ll bet she can’t go thirty! How fast is she going now?”
“About twenty.”
“Let her out a little,” begged Jerry. “Just to show us!”
But Tom declined. “Some time I will, when we’ve got a good road. If I went any faster here, you’d be shaken out.”
They were in sight of the station now, an old red brick building some sixty feet long that had been built when the railroad first reached Audelsville and had never been altered or improved.