"
"I suppose you've been over it so often, however, that you know every
crook and turn."
"I know 'em well enough not to get gay with 'em," said Peter.
"How long have you been driving for Mr. Curtis?"
"Ever since he come up here, more'n two years ago. I used to drive the
station bus fer the hotel down below Spanish Falls. He stayed there
while he was buildin'. Guess I'm going to get the G. B. 'fore long,
though."
His listener started. "You don't say so! Cutting down expenses?"
"Not so's you could notice it," growled Peter. "Seems that he's
gettin' a new car an' wants an expert machinist to take hold of it
from the start. I was good enough to fiddle around with this second-
hand pile o' junk an' the Buick he had last year, but I ain't
qualified to handle this here twin-six Packard he's expectin', so he
says. I guess they's been some influence used against me, if the truth
was known. This new sec'etary he's got cain't stummick me."
"Why don't you see Mr. Curtis and demand--" "SEE him?" snorted Peter.
"Might as well try to see Napoleon Bonyparte. Didn't you know he was a
sick man?"
"Certainly. But he isn't so ill that he can't attend to business, is
he?"
"He sure is.
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