When the repair was finished he pushed the machine angrily toward the boy.
"Take it and get out," he said.
"Thanks.

How much ?" "Fifty cents," was the reply, given with a toothless grin and a chuckle.
"Twenty-five cents for the job and twenty-five cents for working after hours." "Cheap enough," answered Neil, laying a quarter on the bench.

"That's for the job; I'll owe you the rest." When he reached the first corner the proprietor of the repair-shop was still calling him names and shaking his fist in the air.
"Looked just like a he-witch or something," chuckled Neil, as he propelled his steed toward the campus.

"Maybe he will put a curse upon me and my right foot will wither up and I won't be able to kick goals!".