“Shucks! We’ll have all the business we can handle as soon as folks find out about us.”
“Well, we won’t worry about the 2:06 train yet. I dare say we won’t get anyone from the 1:57. If we don’t we can wait there for the other.”
As they reached the station early they had their choice of locations along the platform and were nicely installed when Connors’ hack drove up. But instead of taking a position in front or behind The Ark the driver stopped alongside.
“Hey, you can’t stand there,” he announced truculently.
“Why can’t we?” asked Willard.
“Because that’s my place, that’s why.”
“There’s plenty of room ahead there,” answered Willard. “Help yourself.”
“Is that so? Smart, ain’t you? Get out o’ that now afore I has ye arrested.”
Willard looked enquiringly at Tom, and the latter shook his head. The Connors surrey drove up and the driver of it stopped to hear the discussion. The hack driver appealed to him.