An', Saxon, you was made for fancy shirtwaists an' all that, but, honest to God, I can't see you payin' for them that way.

It'd be a crime--" He broke off abruptly and reined in the horses.

Around a sharp turn, speeding down the grade upon them, had appeared an automobile.

With slamming of brakes it was brought to a stop, while the faces of the occupants took new lease of interest of life and stared at the young man and woman in the light rig that barred the way.

Billy held up his hand.
"Take the outside, sport," he said to the chauffeur.
"Nothin' doin', kiddo," came the answer, as the chauffeur measured with hard, wise eyes the crumbling edge of the road and the downfall of the outside bank.
"Then we camp," Billy announced cheerfully.