The Landloper eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 397 pages of information about The Landloper.

The Landloper eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 397 pages of information about The Landloper.

“So you represent the law, do you?” inquired Farr.

“I do.”

“It’s too bad you don’t know more about the law, then.  I have neither solicited alms, trespassed on private property, begged food, nor committed crime in your little kingdom, my good and great three-tailed bashaw.  Here is a coin to clear the law.”  He exhibited a silver piece.  “I am sorry I cannot remain here and help you mend your ways—­they seem to need it!”

He went on past the sullen gang of pick and shovel, treading the middle of the broad turnpike.

“Ain’t that a tramp?” asked one of the guards.

“I don’t know what he is,” confessed the farmer.

The man who called himself Farr turned a corner and came upon the same automobile which had overtaken and passed him, contemptuously kicking its dust over him, a few minutes before he arrived at the farmer’s fence.

A rear tire was flat and a young man who was smartly attired in gray was smacking gloved hands together and cursing the lumps of a jail-bird-built road and the guilty negligence of a garage-man who had forgotten to put a lift-jack back into the kit.  Two women stood beside the car and looked upon the young man’s helplessness.

“Enter tortoise, second scene of the ancient drama, ’The Tortoise and the Hare,’” Walter Farr informed himself.

His amused brown eyes noted the young man was obviously flabby.

“Here, you!  Help me prop up this axle,” commanded the charioteer.

“You do not need help,” suggested Farr.  “You need somebody who can do the whole job.”

The glance he gave the young man, up and down, conveyed his full meaning.

“Well, I must say that’s saucy talk from a hobo,” declared one of the women.

“Mother!” warned the third member of the party.

Farr turned his cynical gaze from the older woman to the younger—­from the bleached hair and rouged lips to a fresh, pure, and vivid loveliness.  He saw her profile once more.

“No one has remembered to say ‘please’ yet,” the girl informed him, meeting his gaze.  “I say it, sir!”

He bowed and went straight to the roadside and picked up a bit of plank on which his searching eyes rested.

He gave it into the gloved hands of the car’s owner, he slipped off his own sun-faded coat and rolled the sleeves of his flannel shirt above his elbows, and then, with shoulder thrusting up; and arms straining, he heaved the car high enough so that the flabby gentleman could set the prop under the axle.  And when the gentleman began to dust his gloves and to search for spots on his gray immaculateness, Farr dug tools from the box and proceeded to the work of replacing the tire.

The girl stood near him and regarded him with interest.  He looked up when he had the opportunity and found her eyes studying him.  She was entirely frank in her gaze.  There was nothing in her eyes except the earnestness of a scrutiny which was satisfying curiosity.

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