But to think of having to creep round on stilts or pull himself about on this contrivance! I mustn't forget to call on him; I dare say he hasn't many friends.

He seems a nice chap, too; and he'd be frightfully good-looking if he wasn't so white." It was almost dark when he reached the repair-shop near the railroad, and the proprietor, a wizened little bald-headed man, was preparing to go home.
"Can't fix anything to-night," he protested shrilly.

"It's too late; come in the morning." "Well, if you think I'm going to wheel this thing back here to-morrow you've missed your guess," said Neil.

"All it needs is to have a chain link welded or glued or something; it won't take five minutes.

And the fellow that owns it is a cripple and can't go out until this machine's fixed.