He was just boasting, as usual, but his hawklike eyes were on Nash.

And it was certain that Nash turned pale.
Lenore had no reply to make.

Her father appeared to lose patience with Jake, but after a moment's hesitation decided not to voice it.
Nash was not a good nor a careful driver under any circumstances, and this morning it was evident he did not have his mind on his business.
There were bumps in the orchard road where the irrigation ditches crossed.
"Say, you ought to be drivin' a hay-wagon," called Anderson, sarcastically.
At Vale he ordered the car stopped at the post-office, and, telling Lenore he might be detained a few moments, he went in.

Nash followed, and presently came back with a package of letters.

Upon taking his seat in the car he assorted the letters, one of which, a large, thick envelope, manifestly gave him excited gratification.