Dad was good about it, and put up what I'd gone over my allowance without a whimper.

Then I chased around the country in the _Yellow Peril_ and won three races down at Los Angeles, touring down and back with a fellow who had slathers of money, wore blue ties, and talked through his nose.

I leave my enjoyment of the trip to your imagination.
When I got back, I had the _Yellow Peril_ refitted and the tonneau put back on, and went in for society.

I think that spell lasted as long as three weeks; I quit immensely popular with a certain bunch of widows and the like, and with a system so permeated with tea and bridge that it took a stiff course of high-balls and poker to take the taste out of my mouth.
I think it was in March that Barney came back; but he came back an engaged young man, so that in less than a week Barney began to pall.

His fiancee had got him to swear off on poker and prize-fighting and smokers and everything.