"Holy spoons," he muttered. "We've got it! You see what a little nerve will do."
"Didn't I help you out with the cranky dame?"
"You sure did. You were great, girlie." He gripped the wheel tighter as they passed an automobile. "We'd better turn off through the woods. Too many people here—and—we've got to talk things over."
"Talk what over?" she asked innocently.
He looked at her and was silent, his eyes drinking in the loveliness of her face and figure.
"Say, you certainly are a little beauty! You've got the reddest lips and the sweetest shape!" He slipped his left arm around the girl's lithe waist and drew her toward him. They were running slowly along the woodland road, through a grove of trees.
Hester only resisted slightly, but there was a tremor of unhappiness in her voice as she said: "You must think a lot of me when you wouldn't even trust me to go into the club house for the golf bag."
"Ah! You noticed that," he smiled complacently.
"Did I?" She nestled closer. "And you wouldn't let me have the bag on the back seat."
"Would you have left me alone with it—on the back seat? I'll bet you wouldn't. You're the sweetest kid I ever saw, Jenny, and I'm going to love you to death—yes, I am, but—wait!" He brought the car to a standstill in a deeply shaded spot by the road-side. Then, without further preliminaries, he caught her in his arms and tried to kiss her, while she struggled against him, turning away her face.