“It’s Bryant’s wagon?” he said shortly.
Kate nodded.
“Sure. He always lends it me when I want one. I haven’t one of my own.”
“I see.”
Fyles’s manner became more easy. Then he went on.
“Where are your boys? Where’s Pete?”
Kate’s eyes widened.
“Gracious goodness only knows,” she said, in sheer exasperation. “I only hope Nick turns up to drive me. I surely will have to get rid of them both. I’ve had enough of Pete since he got drunk and insulted Helen. Still, he got his med’cine from Bill all right. And he got the rough side of my tongue, too. Yes, I shall certainly get rid of both. Charlie’s always urging me to.” She wiped her hands on a cloth. “There, thank goodness I’ve finished that messy job.”
She released the jack under the axle, and the wheel dropped to the ground.
“Now I can load up my grips,” she exclaimed.