"Naw, I shouldn't care to go," he answered rudely, "I'm pulling out of
here as soon as I can get that machine of mine running. By the way,
I've been doing some telephoning"--he slung a ten dollar note on the
desk. "I didn't ask how much it was, guess that'll cover it. Now, help
me to the big chair and I'll sample your breakfast."

The minister picked up the young man easily and placed him in the big
chair before the guest realized what was doing, and then turned and
took the ten dollar bill between his thumb and finger and flipped it
down in the young man's lap.

"Keep it," he said briefly, "It's of no consequence." "But it was long
distance," explained the guest loftily, "It'll be quite a sum. I talked
overtime."

"No matter," said the minister pulling out a drawer of the desk and
gathering a few papers and his Bible. "Now, would you like me to look
at that ankle before I go, or will you wait for the doctor? He's likely
to be back before long, and I've left a call for him."

"I'll wait for the doctor," the young man's tone approached the
insolent note again, "and by the way, I wish you'd send for a
mechanician. I've got to get that car running."

"I'm sorry," said Severn, "I'm afraid you'll have to wait. The only one
in this region that would be at all likely to help you out with those
bearings is Carter. He has a car, or had one, of that make. He might
happen to have some bearings, but it is not at all likely. Or, he could
tow you ten miles to Monopoly. But Carter is not at home yet."