CHAPTER IV
As Bannon was paying for his dinner, he asked the clerk what sort of a place Manistogee was. The clerk replied that he had never been there, but that he understood it was quite a lively town.
"Good road over there?"
"Pretty fair."
"That means you can get through if you're lucky."
The clerk smiled. "It won't be so bad today. You see we've been getting a good deal of rain. That packs down the sand. You ought to get there all right. Were you thinking of driving over?"
"That's the only way to go, is it? Well, I'll see. Maybe a little later.
How far is it?"
"The farmers call it eighteen miles."
Bannon nodded his thanks and went back to Sloan's office.
"Well, it didn't take you long," said the magnate. "Find out what was the matter with'em?"