He's sort of eccentric,--thinks he can sell his farm stuff to the hotel men, better'n any other market." "How can I get to his house ?" "Wanter see Zeb, do you?
Well, he has his own rig, not very nobby, but safe.

I guess you could get a rig at that stable 'cross the way.

An' they can tell you how to go." "Couldn't I get a motor-car ?" "Likely you could.

Go over there and ask the man." The station attendant had duties, and was not specially interested in a stranger's queries, so, having rewarded him, as they thought he deserved, the two men hastened over to the livery stable.
"Zeb Geary ?" said the stable keeper.

"Why, yes, he lives five miles out of town.