It certainly was a handy kind of wagon for campers to use on the road.

Mr.Titmouse had spent four weeks of wandering life, going from point to point and trying to talk up the merits of his wagon.

He had hoped to establish a small factory, there to build such wagons to order at high prices.
For some reason he had met with no success in that enterprise.
After his realization of failure Newbegin Titmouse had felt that he would be content if he could sell the wagon at anything like a good price.

Failing to sell it, he hoped to be able to get his money back through renting the wagon.
Now he stood watching this high school boy from Gridley, wondering just how much rental he could extort from this wiry, athletic-looking football player.
"There will be a car along in about five minutes," mused Dick aloud.

"I must try to take that car.