"Maybe you are telling the truth--but I doubt it." They were across Figueroa Street and speeding out toward Westlake.

The Bear Cat was breaking the speed law, and Mary V had no time to say more.
"Where you takin' me, f'r cat's sake ?" "Oh--for a ride.

Don't you like to ride ?" Mary V's voice was filled with amiability; too much so to satisfy Bland, who eyed her with suspicion.
"Aw, a fellow can't never git a square deal no more.

Here I been hunting the town over trying to git some line on Skyrider.

Went and left me in the lurch after me helping him to a roll of kale that would choke a nelephant! And I never charged him nothin' for flying, except just what we agreed on before he got throwed in jail.