CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.
A RIDER OF THE SKY "I could take her home, old top--if I had the gas." Bland turned his pale stare significantly from Mary V to Johnny.

"Come through, bo.

You know you've got more gas hid out on me somewhere.

I got a slant at the bill of it, so I _know_.

It wouldn't be polite to let the young lady walk home." Johnny stilled him to silence with a round-eyed stare.
"Thank you, I'd much prefer to walk--if it was forty miles instead of twenty!" Mary V chilled him further.