“How do you like this one?” inquired Tom. “I bought it last week.”

“It's a nice yellow one,” said Wilson, as he strained at the handle.

“Like to buy it?”

“Big chance,” Wilson smiled faintly. “No, but I could make some money on the other.”

“What do you want money for, all of a sudden?”

“I've been here too long. I want to get away. My wife and I want to go west.”

“Your wife does!” exclaimed Tom, startled.

“She's been talking about it for ten years.” He rested for a moment against the pump, shading his eyes.