I wandered about town questioning everybody, boring everybody, and finding out that nobody knew anything.

At the end of five hours my notebook was still barren.

I spoke to Mr.Goodman.

He said: "Dan used to make a good thing out of the hay wagons in a dry time when there were no fires or inquests.

Are there no hay wagons in from the Truckee?
If there are, you might speak of the renewed activity and all that sort of thing, in the hay business, you know.
"It isn't sensational or exciting, but it fills up and looks business like." I canvassed the city again and found one wretched old hay truck dragging in from the country.