On the morning of the third day the lean man presented his thin shadow and then himself at the front door of the garage, with a letter in his hand and a hopeful look on his face.
"Well, mebby I c'n talk business to yuh now an' have somethin' to go on," he began abruptly.

"I went an' sent off a telegraft to my brother in San Jose about you, and he's wrote a letter to yuh.

My brother's a business man.

You c'n see that much fer yourself.

An' mebby you'll see your way clear t' help me leave this dod-rotten hole.