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He tells me there's a train at nine that evenin'. I sends him to the depot to fix it so I can take the colt to Loueyville in the express car, 'n' he says he'll get back quick as he can. I hunts up Peewee, but he's goin' to stay all night, 'cause the yearlin's won't sell till next day. . . .
"'Furget it! he says. 'Put her on the street-car. The car runs right into Minnehaha Park 'n' you can unload her in front of the stalls. "'You can't take a trunk on a street-car, I says. "'Wait till you see this street-car, says Butsy. "'Ain't they but one? says Peewee. "'That's all, says Butsy. 'Orphy Shanner runs it.
"'Why don't you give the lady some room? I says to Peewee, 'n' he gets up 'n' leaves her have the trunk. "'You're a real polite young man, says Mrs. Boone to me. "We ain't more'n got started when the dame lets out a holler. "'Orphy! she yells, 'Stop! Wait a minute! Whoa! Orphy comes 'n' yanks off the trolley. "'I declare to goodness! says Mrs. Boone. 'I've furgot my rubbers.
Peewee had heard the same remark at least fifty times before, the kindly glistening of his nose must be attributed to some other cause than excitement at this intelligence. "I like to preserve my friendly relations with my old commercial friends," continued Mr. Burt, speaking very pompously, and slowly pouring from a half-empty decanter into a tumbler. "I rarely drink any thing myself "
"I did not," replied Fred shortly. "I'm surprised, Peewee. I don't know a fellow in all my acquaintance that I think could walk better on a greased pole than you." "Huh," muttered Fred. "You ought to have seen me. That pole was a part of a telegraph pole. It stuck out from the dock about fifteen feet. It was covered with grease and the grease had been rubbed in."
Their experience with the canal-men now was only a memory and they could well afford to laugh at what had been said and done. "That's what you get for having us stop in a place such as you picked out, Peewee," said George. "There's no accounting for the tastes of some people. Now, I never should have selected that place."
There was no such thing as favoritism there, of course, but it was natural enough that these boys, hailing from Mr. Temple's own town, where the business office of the camp was maintained, should enjoy a kind of prestige there. Temple Camp without P. Harris, some one had once said, would be like mince pie without any mince. And surely Peewee had no use for mince pie without any mince.
They were thoroughly tired by the new experiences of the past day and in spite of their surroundings and the noise of the men below and of the storm, which still was raging, they decided to retire. Their rooms did not connect and as George and Grant withdrew, Fred said, "If we need your help in the night, fellows, don't fail to come right away." "Are you scared, Peewee?" laughed George.
All they had noticed was that in resuming his duties at the office he had seemed to be drifting away from them from the troop. And when he came on Friday nights, just to sit and hear Roy jolly Peewee and to enjoy their simple nonsense, they thought he was "different since he had come back from France" perhaps just a little, you know, uppish.
If there was danger ahead it would come from the squalls which frequently occurred on Lake Ontario. They were all confident, however, that they would complete the remainder of their voyage successfully and in high spirits prepared to cast off. "Hi, Peewee!" called George. "Are you sure you have got all the gasoline we need?" "Yes, sir, I'm sure," laughed Fred.
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