I could not, then, see quite how this exploit made him such a wonder; but on a sudden inspiration I splashed out through the mud and climbed into the wagon. McGlynn looked back at me. "Freightin'," said he, "is twenty dollars a ton; and at that rate it'll cost you about thirty dollars, you dirty hippopotamus. These ain't no safe-movers, these mules!" Unmoved, I clambered up beside him.
"I'm sure I don't know it isn't being done. But I'll try to think. Wear your prettiest gown, won't you? for I intend to enrage all the other fellows." "This is an invitation, eh?" "The first of a nightly series. Life is opening out for you in a wonderful manner, Miss Knight. Don't refuse; my legs have petrified, and a gang of safe-movers couldn't budge me."