"It keeps making the funniest buzz when I start it--and it's Mr.Weaver's car, and he doesn't know--I--I borrowed it without asking, and--" "That car is all right," I bluffed from my saddle.

"It's simply obeying instructions.

It comes under the jurisdiction of my private Providence, you see.

I ordered it that you should be here, and in distress, and grateful for my helping hand." How was that for straight nerve?
"Well, then, let's have the helping hand and be done.

I should be at home, by now.