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A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“You say ‘unless.’“ </p> </div>)

A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“You see I’m in with everybody, know ’em all.<br /> I almost know their farms as well as they do.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“You seem to shape the paper’s policy.” </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<p>"Oh! So he's still working that old gag! I've heard all about Adolph. He keeps that harness for pulling out cars, and it always busts. The last time, though, he only charged six bits to get it mended. Now let me reason with him." </p>)
Free Air + (<p>A ROOM WITHOUT (36-48) </p>)
Free Air + (<p>A YOUNG MAN IN A RAINCOAT (21-35) </p>)
Free Air + (<p>CLAIRE ESCAPES FROM RESPECTABILITY (10-20) </p>)
Free Air + (<p>RELEASE BRAKES—SHIFT TO THIRD (49-65) </p>)
Free Air + (<p>THE CURIOUS INCIDENT OF THE HILLSIDE ROAD (112-118) </p>)
Free Air + (<p>THE DISCOVERY OF CANNED SHRIMPS AND HESPERIDES (85-100) </p>)
Free Air + (<p>THE GREAT AMERICAN FRYING PAN (74-84) </p>)
Free Air + (<p>THE LAND OF BILLOWING CLOUDS (66-73) </p>)
Free Air + (<p>THE MAN WITH AGATE EYES (101-111) </p>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“You’d s … <div class="poem"></br><p>“You’d say so, Mister Man.—I’m a collector.<br /></br>My ninety isn’t mine—you won’t think that.<br /></br>I pick it up a dollar at a time<br /></br>All round the country for the Weekly News,<br /></br>Published in Bow. You know the Weekly News?”</br></p></br></div>kly News,<br /> Published in Bow. You know the Weekly News?” </p> </div>)
The Motor Boys in Mexico; Or, The Secret of the Buried City (Book 3) + (<div class="poem"> <p>“You see … <div class="poem"></br><p>“You see, it was this way,” the storekeeper went on. “It was about three weeks ago. They come up in a big automobile, like yours, an’ bought a lot of stuff. I kind of hinted to find out where they was headed for, an’ all the satisfaction I got was that that there Nixon feller says as how he guessed Mexico would be the best place for them, as the United States Government hadn’t no control down there. Then one of the others says Mexico would suit him. So I guess they went. Now, is there anything else I can let you have?”<br /></br>“Thanks, this will be all,” replied Jerry, paying for the bacon.</br></p></br></div>ll be all,” replied Jerry, paying for the bacon. </p> </div>)
The Motor Boys in Mexico; Or, The Secret of the Buried City (Book 3) + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Your be … <div class="poem"></br><p>“Your best way to go,” said the miner, “will be to scoot along back into New Mexico for a ways, then take over into Texas, and strike the Rio Grande below where the Conchas River flows into it. This will save you a lot of mountain climbing an’ give you a better place to cross the Rio Grande. At a place about ten miles below the Conchas there is a fine flat-boat ferriage. You can take the machine over on that.”<br /></br>The boys promised to follow this route. Final preparations were made, letters were written home, the auto was gone over for the tenth time by Jerry, and having received five hundred dollars each from Nestor, as their share in the mine receipts up to the time they left, they started off with a tooting of the auto horn.</br></p></br></div>hey started off with a tooting of the auto horn. </p> </div>)
The Motor Boys in Mexico; Or, The Secret of the Buried City (Book 3) + (<div class="poem"> <p>“You’re … <div class="poem"></br><p>“You’re in for it,” remarked Vasco. “Whatever you do don’t make a fuss.”<br /></br>With a somewhat sheepish air a young Mexican, one of Vasco’s crowd, came near the auto. He made a sign that he wanted to take Noddy’s place. The latter frowned and spoke in English, only a word or two of which the native understood.<br /></br>“You shan’t have this machine,” spoke Noddy. “It’s mine, and if you try to run it you’ll break it.”<br /></br>But the Mexican paid no heed. He came close up to Noddy, grabbed him by the collar and hauled him from the car. Noddy was the only one in it at that time, Berry, Dalsett and Pender having gone off a short distance.</br></p></br></div> Berry, Dalsett and Pender having gone off a short distance. </p> </div>)
The Motor Boys in Mexico; Or, The Secret of the Buried City (Book 3) + (<div class="poem"> <p>“You wan … <div class="poem"></br><p>“You want go?” she asked, in a broken accent.<br /></br>“You mean escape? Get away from here? Leave?” asked Bob, taking sudden hope.<br /></br>“Um! Go ’way. Leave bad mans! Maximina help! You go?”<br /></br>“Of course,” replied Bob. “But how are you going to manage it?”<br /></br>“Wait till dark. Me come. You go, we go. Leave bad mans. Me no like it here. Bad mans whip Maximina.”<br /></br>By which Bob understood that the girl would come when it got dark and help him to escape, accompanying him because she herself had been ill treated by the Mexicans.<br /></br>“Be good boy! Me come. You glad!” she said, in a whisper.<br /></br>Just then the sound of voices was heard outside the room, in the corridor.<br /></br>“Hush! No tell!” cautioned the girl as she glided from the room.<br /></br>Bob began to eat his supper. His heart was in a flutter of hope.<br /></br>“Queer why that money don’t come,” he heard Vasco say, outside. “We’ll have to do something pretty soon.”<br /></br>It was getting dark now, and Bob waited anxiously.</br></p></br></div>de. “We’ll have to do something pretty soon.”<br /> It was getting dark now, and Bob waited anxiously. </p> </div>)
The Bridge: VII The Tunnel + (<div class="poem"> <p>“what do … <div class="poem"></br><p>“what do you want? getting weak on the links?<br /></br>fandaddle daddy don’t ask for change—IS THIS<br /></br>FOURTEENTH? it’s half past six she said—if<br /></br>you don’t like my gate why did you<br /></br>swing on it, why <i>didja</i><br /></br>swing on it<br /></br>anyhow—”</br></p></br></div>gt; swing on it, why <i>didja</i><br /> swing on it<br /> anyhow—” </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<p>Claire glowered at him. She thoug … <p>Claire glowered at him. She thought of a good line about rudeness.</br>But—oh, she was too tired to fuss. She tried to run the car into the empty stall, which was not a stall, but a space, like a missing tooth, between two cars, and so narrow that she was afraid of crumpling the lordly fenders of the Gomez. She ran down the floor, returned with a flourish, thought she was going to back straight into the stall—and found she wasn't. While her nerves shrieked, and it did not seem possible that she could change gears, she managed to get the Gomez behind a truck and side-on to the stall.</br></p>truck and side-on to the stall. </p>)
Free Air + (<p>On the evening before Claire Bolt … <p>On the evening before Claire Boltwood left Minneapolis and adventured into democracy, Milt was in the garage. He wore union overalls that were tan where they were not grease-black; a faded blue cotton shirt; and the crown of a derby, with the rim not too neatly hacked off with a dull toad-stabber jack-knife.</br></p>ed off with a dull toad-stabber jack-knife. </p>)