“Fire ahead!” said Sam. “I can’t say I understand anything yet.”
There was no outsider in sight, but Poke lowered his voice.
“You remember that motor I bought? The one from the smashed machine—haven’t forgotten it, have you?”
Sam had not forgotten the incident of the purchase from Mr. Haskins, though he had thought very little about it for some days.
“What! That crazy deal?” he said. “What’s your game?”
“You may call the deal what you please,” said Poke with dignity, “but I won’t admit it was crazy.”
“Never mind that part of it. Go on, go on!” Sam urged. He was recalling, not too distinctly, a story somebody had told him of seeing Poke and Step driving into town with something carefully covered in the back of their wagon. “Go on, I say! You fished the motor out of the wreck, didn’t you, and brought it in?”
“I did,” said Poke.
“We did,” Step corrected.
“Got it here?”