“What’s that got to do with it?” demanded the other impatiently.
“Well, if you want as much as ten gallons it would pay me to get it for you.”
“I can get it myself if you’ll tell me where they keep it. Don’t they have it here at this landing? Isn’t this the town landing?”
“Yes.” Toby looked around the float. “I don’t see any gasoline, though; do you?”
“Well, then, where——”
“You can get all you want at Tucker’s wharf over there.”
The other followed the direction of Toby’s pointing finger. “At the boat yard you mean?”
Toby nodded. “Yes; just chug over there to the float where you see the red tank.”
“Why couldn’t you tell me that before I tied up?”