Sprained my shoulder, and don't feel like tackling it myself.

They tell me in here that you aren't doing anything now--" He made the pause that asks for an answer.
"They told you right.

I've done it." The man's eyebrows lifted, but since Bud did not explain, he went on with his own explanation.
"You don't remember me, but I rode into Big Basin with you last summer.
I know you can drive, and it doesn't matter a lot whether it's asphalt or cow trail you drive over." Bud was in too sour a mood to respond to the flattery.

He did not even grunt.
"Could you take a car south for me?
There'll be night driving, and bad roads, maybe--" "If you know what you say you know about my driving, what's the idea--asking me if I can ?" "Well, put it another way.

Will you ?" "You're on.