He'll love you for it." Garry flung himself into a chair with a muttered imprecation.
"Now, Kenny," he said, "I want you to tell me precisely what you plan to do." Nothing loathe, Kenny obeyed.

He liked to talk.

Garry found his plans indefinite and highly romantic.

It was plain the notion of footsore penance had taken vigorous hold of his imagination and his love of adventure.

Characteristically, since the actor on the highway was himself, he saw no chance of failure.