Pickerel Pete helped him intelligently.
"Yo's de fellah whut's a-wantin' tuh hiah me?" he inquired.
"Yes," replied Matt, highly pleased with the way Pete divined whatever he wanted and handed it over to him from the tool kit. "Do you know anything about a motor boat, Pete?"
"Ah's done steered heaps o' boats froo dese yer lakes, boss," grinned the moke, "an' Ah reckons Ah knows de spa'k plug f'om de propellah."
"You know the lakes, too?"
"Hones' tuh goodness, boss, Ah could go froo all de lakes f'om First tuh Fo'th, en cleah down de Rock Rivah, wif mah eyes shut. Ah'm er phenomegon."
"What's that?"
"Phenomegon. Doan' you-all know whut a phenomegon is?"
"You mean a phenomenon, I guess."
"Ah reckons Ah knows whut Ah means," answered Pete, with sudden dignity.