CHAPTER XIX
MR. WALLINGFORD WINS THE TOWN OF BATTLESBURG BY THE TOSS OF A COIN
“Colonel” Wallingford looked at his watch.
“Two hours yet!” he exclaimed with a yawn. “Two solid hours in a yap town that’s not on the map. What shall we do with the time? Play cards?”
“What’s the use?” demanded “Blackie” Daw. “If I’d win your money you’d choke me till I gave it back, and if you won mine I’d have you pinched.”
“Let’s get off then and look at the burg,” suggested J. Rufus.
It was Mr. Daw’s turn to yawn. He looked out on one side of the manufacturing portion of Battlesburg, and on the other side at the mercantile and residence portion.
“I think I can see all I want to remember of it from here,” he objected; “but anything’s better than nothing. Shall we go, Vi?”
“That’s us,” replied the viv
