“Can you help me, really?” he cried.
“I am one and M. Denver is the other,” she replied calmly.
He stared at her and then at me in amazement, and laughed.
“You’re pulling my leg,” he said.
“I don’t know what that means, but what I say is true,” replied Helga.
He turned serious then, being convinced.
“Just light the gas for me, Harper,” he said.
“It is true. We are both Nihilist suspects and are making a bolt for the frontier;” and I went on to tell him something of what had got us into the mess.
“Can I use it?” he asked, his first thought naturally, for the Screecher.
“No, not our part; but if you care to take a hand you can use your own experience.”