Cliff Lowell could have found nothing to criticize in Johnny's manner of screening his presence there; though he would probably have been surprised at Johnny's reason for doing so.

Johnny himself was surprised, bewildered even.

That he, who had lorded over Bland with such patronizing contempt, should actually be afraid of meeting the little runt! A stream of hurrying people, distinguished from others by their seeking glances and haste and luggage, warned him presently that he would be expected outside.

He picked up his belongings and joined the procession, but he came very near missing Cliff altogether.

He was looking for the dark-red roadster that had eaten up distance so greedily between Inglewood and the city, and he did not see it.