She was taking Bland home, hoping that her dad was there so that she would not be compelled to keep Bland any longer than was necessary.

Bland was seedier than he had been in Tucson, if that were possible.

Too evidently he had no part of the seventy-five dollars left, if he had ever possessed that much.

Mary V would like to disbelieve everything he said, but a troubled doubt of his falsity assailed her.
She drove a little faster and presently brought Bland to the door of a cheerful, wide-porched bungalow patterned somewhat after the Rolling R home.

Old Sudden was just pulling on his driving gloves ready to step into his own car when the Bear Cat slid up and stopped.