When you got 'em learned a little about the game they acted like a lot of sissies over a broken nose or a couple of front teeth out or something.
What he wanted was lads that would get the beak straightened, pretty near as good as new, or proper gold ones put in, and come back looking for more trouble.

Wilbur Cowan alone he had found dependable.
Even so, the monotony of mere car repairing began to irk him.

It was then he formed a pleasant alliance with old Porter Howgill, whose repair shop was across the street from the First-Class Garage.

Porter's swinging sign, weathered and ancient like that of the Mansion's stable, said in bold challenge, "Ask me! I do everything!" And once Porter had done everything.

Now there were a number of things he couldn't do, even when asked.