Jawn is a temperamental car, and he demands all of one's attention at times." She walked over to the car, reached out in the gathering dusk and fingered the carburetor adjustment.

"When they first revealed their plan of making away with Jawn," she drawled, "I came up like this and remonstrated.

And while I did so I reached over and turned the screw and shut off the gas feed.

Jawn balked with them, of course--but they never guessed why!" The two in the tonneau muttered something in undertones while the little woman smiled at them contemptuously.

Casey thought that was pretty smart-- to stall the car so they couldn't get away with it--but he did not tell her so.