Cliff looked, if not like a hunter, at least picturesque in high, laced boots and olive-drab trousers and coat that had a military cut.
"Fine! We'll get under way and eat somewhere along the road, if you don't mind.

What about that mechanic?
Has he shown up yet ?" Cliff's boredom was gone, along with his swagger stick.
"Naw.

I guess the little runt went on a spree.

I thought he'd be here when I got back, but he wasn't, and the clerk said nobody had called for me except you." "All the better.

You won't have to bother explaining to him without telling him anything.