"I happens to look at Peewee--Peewee's in a trance. He can't look
away. He's noddin' his head 'n' his eyes has got a glassy stare. I
goes outside quick 'n' lays up against the side of the buildin'.
"When I get back the old gazink is still workin' on Peewee, but all of
a sudden he stops 'n' listens.
"'Pit-too-ee--there's your car, boys!' he says, 'n' then I begins to
hear a groanin' sound.
"Man! they ain't no way to tell you about that street-car! She falls
to pieces only they wraps all the upper parts together with wire till
she looks like a birdcage. A big freckled guy with red hair is runnin'
her 'n' I know just by lookin' at him it's Orphy.
"'Howdy, boys,' he says to us when he gets to where we're standin'.
'Jump aboard! I'm goin' down far as the pumpin' station an' the brakes
ain't workin' just like they'd ought-a this mornin'.'
"'We've got a trunk,' I says.
"'Oh!' he says, 'n' spins the whirligig. She keeps right on goin'.
Then he runs back 'n' yanks the trolley off, 'n' she begins to slow
down. 'Git your trunk an' fetch it to where I stop at!' he hollers.
'The cut-off ain't workin' just like it ought-a this mornin'.'
"We lugs the trunk down to the car 'n' puts her on the back platform.
"'That's the way things goes!' says Orphy. 'I hadn't figgered on no
trunk. Ed never tells me nothin' about it. You better set on it,' he
says. 'The seats ain't just in first-class shape this mornin'.' I
looks inside at the seats, 'n' he's got it doped right--some chickens
has spent the night on 'em.
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