“I messed it up,” Ken said. “Me and my big sneeze.”
“Say, bud”—the driver pivoted his head to speak to them—“is that joker behind us a friend of yours?”
Ken sat up and swung around to look through the rear window. A pair of headlights were close behind them.
“Not that I know of,” Ken said. “Why?”
“That’s the car that stopped just ahead of me as you got in,” the driver explained. “He made a U turn, just like I did, and he’s been on our tail ever since. Thought maybe he was trying to catch up with you.”
Ken and Sandy looked at each other in the glow of a street light they were passing.
“He’s no friend of ours,” Ken said decisively.
“You don’t mind if I try to lose him then?” the driver asked. “I hate a fellow that nudges my rear end like that.”
“It’s O.K. with us,” Sandy assured him. “Go right ahead.”
“I don’t like this,” Ken muttered. He kept one eye on the rear window. “Here he comes.”