He was tempted to take more.

For one minute he even contemplated holding the two up and taking enough to salve his hurt pride and his endangered reputation.

But he did not do anything of the sort, of course; let's believe he was too honest to do it even in revenge for the scurvy trick they had played him.
He ate a generous lunch of sandwiches and dill pickles and a wedge of tasteless cocoanut cake, and drank half a pint or so of the hot, black coffee, and felt more cheerful.
"Want to get down and stretch your legs?
I've got to take a look at the tires, anyway.

Thought she was riding like one was kinda flat, the last few miles." They climbed out stiffly into the rain, stood around the car and stared at it and at Bud testing his tires, and walked off down the road for a little distance where they stood talking earnestly together.

From the corner of his eye Bud caught Mert tilting his head that way, and smiled to himself.