There was a step behind him and the Harvester turned.

A boy held out a telegram.

The man opened it to find an order for some stuff to be shipped that day to a large laboratory in Toledo.
His hands deftly tied packages and he hastily packed bottles and nailed boxes.

Then he ran to harness Betsy and load.

As he drove down the hill to the bridge he looked at his watch and shook his head.
"What are you good for at a pinch, Betsy ?" he asked as he flecked the surprised mare's flank with a switch.