The dinner he had was no stay for such work and the cold was telling on him.

At each end of the line he stopped to thaw out, but he could have groaned at the anguish of it.

One of the barn men, out of pity, loaned him a heavy cap and a pair of sheepskin gloves, and for once he was extremely thankful.
On the second trip of the afternoon he ran into a crowd about half way along the line, that had blocked the car's progress with an old telegraph pole.
"Get that thing off the track," shouted the two policemen.
"Yah, yah, yah!" yelled the crowd.

"Get it off yourself." The two policemen got down and Hurstwood started to follow.
"You stay there," one called.

"Some one will run away with your car." Amid the babble of voices, Hurstwood heard one close beside him.
"Come down, pardner, and be a man.