"I guess there's one at Maxwell's Stock Farm about three miles from here.

I'll get Bumstead in Wharton to send out and tow me in." "That's all right for you," said Amy, "but what are we supposed to do ?" "Guess you'll either have to foot it or wait till someone comes along.
Sorry, but I didn't know that wheel was thinking of leaving." "Do you reckon there'll be someone along ?" asked Clint.
"Sure to be sooner or later." "We'll get 'sooner or later' if we're not back at school in time for supper," murmured Amy.

"Guess we'd better hike along, Clint.

How far is Wharton from here ?" "About five miles, by road," said the youth.

"Maybe less if you cross over there and hit the trolley line.