He had not denied the thoughts and intentions imputed to him by the twinkling-eyed Miss Allen.

They walked on toward the livery stable--where was manifested an unwonted activity--waiting for Irish to clear himself; which he did not do.
"You going to drive them women out there ?" Pink demanded after an impatient silence.
"Why not?
Somebody'll have to." "What team are you going to use!" asked Jack Bates.
"Chip's" Irish did not glance around, but kept striding down the middle of the road with his hands stuck deep in his pockets.
"Don't you think you need help, amigo ?" the Native Son insinuated craftily.

"You can't talk to three girls at once; I could be hired to go along and take one off your hands.

That should help some." "Like hell you will!" Irish retorted with characteristic bluntness.

Then he added cautiously, "Which one ?" "That old girl with the blue eyes should not be permitted to annoy the driver," drawled the Native Son.