The Mouse in the Mountain, Norbert Davis [the beginning after the end read novel TXT] 📗

the bus. It had dents in it as big as footballs. It was lopsided and swaybacked, and both the rear tires were flat. But it was out from under the debris and up on its own wheels.

Carstairs and Doan and Captain Perona pulled up beside Janet and stared, too.

“The engine,” said Bartolome, “has fallen out and broken itself lamentably, but that is only a matter of the most minor.”

Henshaw came pacing gloomily up to them. His head was bowed, and his hands were folded behind him.

“Observe!” Bartolome commanded him. “The bus of scenic magnificence resumes itself!”

“It ain’t gonna do me no good,” Henshaw said.

“What’s the matter?” Doan asked him. “Didn’t you sell Timpkins the bathroom?”

“No,” said Henshaw. “I didn’t sell him the bathroom.” His voice rose to a wail. “Timpkins sold me his damned old hotel!”

THE END