Whereupon the driver began to go through his usual motions in starting.
"Lenore, what do you make of this ?" queried Anderson, turning to show her a small cake of some gray substance, soft and wet to the touch.
"I don't know what it is," replied Lenore, wonderingly.

"Do you ?" "No.

An' I'd give a lot--Say, Nash, hurry! Overhaul that car!" Anderson turned to see why his order had not been obeyed.

He looked angry.

Nash made hurried motions.