"Yes, it was rather warm for a while. Well, can I have the wagon, and a
driver to bring it back?"
"I don't know whether I can spare one or not. Yuh see, it's some
dangerous ter take sides in this town."
"I don't want you to take my side. All I want is to complete a business
transaction with you. I want you to hire me a wagon and team for a day.
You understand what I want?"
"Yes, but, yuh see, that would be considered as givin' succor ter ther
enemy."
"I don't understand why."
"It's this way: Judge Harris owns this stable an' rents it to me by ther
month. He could kick me out to-morrow if he wanted to. He's a queer
dick, an' him an' Burk, what, I understand, was at ther Mowbray house
yesterday, and what had ter run away, is as close as two sheets o'
sticky fly paper."
"He is, eh?"
"Yes; an' the coroner, the jailer, the mayor, the sheriff, an' everybody
else what has any power er authority, is in the same boat. They all hang
together, an' they're all friends o' Mr. Mowbray. Lord Mowbray they
calls him."
"Ah, ha!" thought Ted. "If that is the case, it behooves us to get out
of town and to Bubbly Well with our property as soon as we can."
After some further talk Ted was still unable to get the old man to rent
him a wagon. Then he changed his tactics.
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