We'll see--" They saw that she was not going to "talk" at all.

Bud swore a little and got out more tools and went after the magneto with grim determination.
Again Foster climbed out and stood in the drizzle and watched him.

Mert crawled over into the front seat where he could view the proceedings through the windshield.

Bud glanced up and saw him there, and grinned maliciously.

"Your friend seems to love wet weather same as a cat does," he observed to Foster.