lend their aid.

"Pretty bad accident," remarked one of them. "That 'ere wheel'll need
considerable tinkering afore it's fit for use. How came you to get it
broke so, squire?"

"A little rascal had the impudence to dispute the road with me, and
would not turn out at my bidding," said Mr. Holden, in a tone of
exasperation, which showed that his temper had been considerably soured
by the accident.

"Wouldn't turn out? Seems to me from the marks of the wheels, you must
have been drivin' along in the middle of the road. I guess you didn't
take the trouble to turn out, yourself."

"Well, there was room enough for the boy to turn out one side," said
Holden, doggedly.

"You are slightly mistaken, stranger," said the other, who was disgusted
at the traveler's unreasonableness. "There wasn't room; as anyone can
see that's got eyes in his head. Didn't the youngster turn out at all?"

"Yes," snapped Holden, not relishing the other's free speech.

"Then it seems you were the one that would not turn out. If you had been
a leetle more accommodating, this accident couldn't have happened. Fair
play's my motto. If a feller meets you halfway, it's all you have a
right to expect. I reckon it'll cost you a matter of ten dollars to get
that 'ere buggy fixed."