Incidentally, if you want the tires, we shall offer no objections to your taking them with you." "What have you to say to that ?" demanded Bert hotly, turning to the man with the stubby red mustache.
"It seems to me like good judgment," replied the stranger.
"You say that ?" screamed Bert, going into a blind passion.

"Is that what we brought you here for ?" "I don't really know what you did bring me here for," replied the stranger.

"All I know is that you stopped me, when I was driving past with my load of produce for the Gridley markets, and you offered me two dollars to come down here and not say much unless I was spoken to.

I didn't come until you paid me the money.
It was good pay, and I'll stay here an hour longer if you really think I owe you that much time." "You're not a constable, or a sheriff's officer, are you, sir ?" asked Dick pleasantly.
"Not unless someone made me one when I wasn't looking," replied the stranger, with a shrewd smile.
"I understand," nodded Prescott.

"This fellow Dodge hired you to come down with him for more than one reason.