"Put him in that light, side-bar buggy of Doc Weaver's.
Want a hitching strap?
Put in a hitching strap, Potts.

AND that new whip." The result is that you get the horse and buggy the liveryman intended you to have from the minute he saw you coming toward him down the street, but you get it with a fine touch of style that is worth much in this dollar and cent world.

Potts drives the rig around to where you are standing, and the liveryman sends Potts back to get a clean laprobe instead of the one that is in the buggy.

He pats the horse on the neck as you climb in, and as you pick up the reins he says, as if conferring a parting favor that money could not repay, "Keep a fair tight rein on him; it's the first time he has been out of the stable to-day." Eliph' Hewlitt, in his travels, had learned the value of the liveryman.
He used him as friend and directory.

None else could tell him so well where the prosperous farmers lived, nor who was most likely to fall a victim to Jarby's Encyclopedia in the town itself.