What is it--the Star? Well, I'll be--! Read that.
Someone's snitched to the district attorney, I'll bet. That'll
make the Chief sore, all right--and he's 'way up in the country,
too. I don't dare wire it to him. No, someone'll have to take a
copy of this paper up there to him and tip him off. He'll be
redheaded if he doesn't know about it. He was the last time
anything happened. Hurry up. Finish with this car. I'll take it
myself."
Garrick laughed, almost gleefully.
"The plant has begun to work," he cried. "We'll wait here until
just before he's ready to start. Three of us around our car on the
street are too many. He must be getting ready for a long run."
"How much gas is there in this tank?" the gruff voice of the Boss
demanded. "You dummy--not two gallons! No, you finish what you're
doing. I'll fill it myself. There isn't any time for fooling now."
There was the steady trickle of the stream of gasoline as he drew
it.
"Any extra tires? What! Not a new shoe in the place? Give me a
couple of the best of those old ones.
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