"I wanted to speak to you."
"Speak ahead," Bart went on, as he threw the ball back.
"Do you want a job as guide?"
"Guide? What do you mean?"
"I met a man the other day, stranger in town, I guess, and he asked me if
I'd show him the corduroy road through the woods. I told him I had to go
to school, and he said Saturday would do. But I don't just feel like
taking the job. I've got spring fever I guess. To-morrow's Saturday, and
he expects me to go to the hotel after him, and show him the road. But I
know I'll be tired tomorrow and I thought maybe you'd like the job. He
says he'll give five dollars."
"Oh, I don't know," Bart replied, somewhat surprised at what Jim told
him. "What sort of a man is he?"
"He has red hair, that's all I remember. I was sort of sleepy the day he
met me, and I didn't take much notice."
"How'd he come to ask you?" inquired Bart, wondering why lazy Jim had
ever been requested to do anything.
"Sandy Merton told the man about me. The man went to Sandy first, said
he heard Sandy knew the woods pretty well. But Sandy works for a
farmer every Saturday, and he couldn't go, so he recommended me.
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