Horse-Sense Hank could answer all the
problems of science. He could even apply
logic to love. But turnips...!
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Amazing Stories March 1940.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
One thing about that heap of mine, it always picks the loneliest places
to roll over and play doggo. It started spluttering about the time the
road changed from concrete to macadam, and when the macadam trickled
into a thin silver of bumpy dirt it wheezed, snorted, and gave up the
ghost.
I said, "Damn!" and a few things more expressive. I got out and
struggled with the hood and looked at the innards and admired their
incomprehensible compactness. I jiggled a few wires here and there and
nothing happened. Then I looked for telephone wires. There were none.
But I discovered that I wasn't alone. There was a man leaning on the
worm fence across the road, watching me with drawling incuriosity.