"This gale of wind would blow a dog away, bark and all.

Whew! I'm all out of breath.

It's some consider'ble of a drive over from Wapatomac.
Comin' across that stretch of marsh road by West Ostable I didn't know but the little flivver would turn herself into a flyin'- machine and go up." Jed stopped in the middle of the first note of a hymn.
"What in the world sent you autoin' way over to Wapatomac and back this day ?" he asked.
His friend bit the end from a cigar.

"Oh, diggin' up the root of all evil," he said.

"I had to collect a note that was due over there." "Humph! I don't know much about such things, but I never mistrusted 'twas necessary for you to go cruisin' like that to collect notes.