It was a four-wheeled affair, quite large and heavy. There was one seat in the center, and before and behind this were two big boxes, each with a hinged lid. In the rear was a rack for pies and cakes. There was also a box under the seat, and a money drawer which opened with a concealed push button.
"This is just the thing for us," whispered Andrew to Matt. "For a one-horse wagon, it could not be better arranged. The running gear seems to be in good condition, too."
"Vell, vot you dinks of them?" asked the baker, after they had finished their survey.
"Where is the harness?" asked Matt.
"Here she vos, new two veeks ago, and here vos der vip, too."
"And what is the lowest you can take for the rig?" asked Andrew. "We are willing to pay spot cash, but cannot afford a fancy figure."
"I vos sold der whole dings for dree hundred dollar."
At this announcement Matt's face fell. Three hundred dollars! It was more than they had to spend for both turnout and stock.
"Three hundred dollars," repeated Andrew Dilks. "If that's the case, we can't do business with you."
