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"If I hadn't been such a blame fool I'd 'a' known what the matter was
in the first place," he remarked. "Well, if we knew as much when we're
born as we do when we get ready to die, what would be the use of livin'
seventy odd years?"
In spite of his irritation Zenas Henry smiled.
"I don't s'pose you're feelin' like tacklin' another pump to-day," he
ventured with hesitation. "Ours up at the white cottage has gone on a
strike, too."
Instantly Willie was interested.
"What's got yours?" he asked.
"Blest if I know. We've took it all to pieces an' ain't found nothin'
out with it, an' now to save our souls we can't put it together again,"
Zenas Henry explained. "I drove round, thinkin' that mebbe you'd go
back with me an' have a look at it."
"Course I will, Zenas Henry," Willie said without hesitation. "I'd
admire to. A pump that won't work is like a fishline without a
hook--good for nothin'. Have you got room in your team for Jan, too?"
"Sure."
"Then let's start along," said the inventor, stooping to gather up his
tools.


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