I'll run 'em flat long as they'll stay on, before I'll git out and mend 'em.

I'd about as soon go to jail, Bill, as patch tires for tourists; I--" "You don't have to," said Bill, his grin widening.

"You sell 'em new tires, see.

There won't be one in a dozen you can't talk into a new tire or two.

Whichever way they're goin', tell 'em the road's a heap worse from there on than what it was behind 'em.