Then the captain hung up the receiver and came back to the waiting room.
"Bargain's made, Mr.Graves," he announced.

"Pete'll have some sort of a turn-out alongside soon's he can get it harnessed.

If you've got any extra storm duds in that satchel of yours, I'd advise you to put 'em on.
We're goin' to have a rough passage." Just how rough it was likely to be, Graves realized when he emerged from the station to board the Shattuck buggy.

"Pete" himself had driven the equipage over from the livery stable.
"I wouldn't do this for anybody but you, Cap'n," he vouchsafed, in what might be called a reproachful shout.

Shouting was necessary, owing to the noise of the storm.
"Wouldn't do what ?" replied the captain, looking first at the ancient horse and then at the battered buggy.
"Let this horse out a night like this." "Humph! I should think night would be the only time you would let him out....