"When can I start?" urged George.
"Now!—by jingo!" said Mr. Morris. "You can't bluff me. I like your nerve, too, young fellow. It will take you far. Anderson! Anderson!"
A lank, round-shouldered Swede with grease and grime spotting and streaking his overalls from head to foot appeared in the door leading to the shop.
"Take an hour off. Anderson, and give Mr. Judson a driving lesson," his boss directed.
The Swede looked at his employer and gave meek-eyed assent. Then he looked at George and jerked his head shop-ward.
"How's that young fellow getting along, Anderson?" it occurred to Mr. Morris to ask after a couple of hours, as his assembly foreman sauntered in for some instructions.
"He's drivin' the car all right, but you can't learn him nothing. Couldn't tell him nothing at all after the first five minutes. Wants to figure it out for himself. He's got her all apart out there now."
"All apart?" exclaimed Mr. Morris in some alarm. "Is he a mechanic?"
"Says not. Says you can't never sell a thing, though, till you understand it, know what makes it perform and all that."
"That's kind of sensible," admitted Mr. Morris, and getting up, he strolled out on the
