Throw on the reverse." After a nervous consultation, the chauffeur obeyed, and the car backed up the hill and out of sight around the turn.
"Them cheap skates," Billy sneered to Saxon, "with a couple of gallons of gasoline an' the price of a machine a-thinkin' they own the roads your folks an' my folks made." "Talkin' all night about it ?" came the chauffeur's voice from around the bend.

"Get a move on.

You can pass." "Get off your foot," Billy retorted contemptuously.

"I'm a-comin' when I'm ready to come, an' if you ain't given room enough I'll go clean over you an' your load of chicken meat." He slightly slacked the reins on the restless, head-tossing animals, and without need of chirrup they took the weight of the light vehicle and passed up the hill and apprehensively on the inside of the purring machine.
"Where was we ?" Billy queried, as the clear road showed in front.

"Yep, take my boss.