Plain Mary Smith
Well, down him and me goes to the railroad office, and I have to tell my tale. I begged hard to be allowed to leave Jerry out of it, but no--that wouldn't do: it would be a lie. I always stood ready to lie to any extent to help a friend. I think that hurt me worse than the rest of it.
After some parleying around the offices, we were shown up into a private room. There sat three men, officers of the company, and Jerry.
My father made few words of his part, simply saying he stood prepared to pay all damages, although he could ill afford it, and that I would tell the story.
First off, I was embarrassed, but soon I was flying my arms around, and letting 'em know all about it, as if we'd played together for years.
Two of those men had been boys once; they had an almighty hard job to keep an official face on, as some of my interest in engineering, and my satisfaction in having made a corking old bust-up of her while I was at it, crept into my discourse. The third man was in an ugly s