CHAPTER 4The Early Bird, was puzzled.
“Boss,” he declared, “there’s a lotta things about this business that I can’t get through the old bean. First, if you ever pulled a game that looked on the level, this here Jiffy thing is it. I’ve thought it out, forwards an’ backwards, an’ I can’t see no trick in it. It’s the goods, boss—the real goods. About the slickest thing what was ever put on a buzz buggy. Darn near everybody in Higbeeville who’s got a gas chariot is usin’ a Jiffy, an’ they all swear by ‘em. It makes changin’ tires one of the joys of payin’ the garage man twenty-nine cents a gallon for the go-juice. If it’s crooked, then it’ll fool wiser goofs than yours ignorantly. If it’s on the level, then you ain’t gonna bilk nobody by lettin’ ‘em hand you a few bales of the yellow stuff fo
