"I certainly am obliged to you, Mr.
Winslow," he said.

"And I must say you took a lot of trouble on my account." Jed sighed, although there was a little twinkle in his eye.
"'Twan't altogether on your account," he drawled.

"I owed 'em one, same as you did.

I was the crank they sent you to." Their visitor bade Barbara and her mother good afternoon, gathered up his cranks and turned to the door.
"I'll step over and start the car," he said.

"Then I'll come back and return these things." Jed shook his head.