"What are you going to do?"
"Give me time--" he answered grimly. "Confound again! There goes the red light on the Library corner! Now we're in for it."
"P'raps he won't notice us," said Dorothy hopefully as they drew up behind the Packard.
"Not a chance. But we'll fool him yet. Let me do the talking," he whispered as the lame man thrust his head out of the car and looked back at them.
"Hello, there!" cried Bill cheerfully. "I see you've got this far without another breakdown!"
"Good evening, my friend," replied the Italian. "This is a surprise. I thought you were going the other way."
"Oh, no. Just ran down there to leave a message." Bill's tone was affability itself. "You must have come pretty slowly. How's the car running?"
"Nicely, thank you."
"Don't be afraid to let her out. Well--there's the light. Excuse me if I pass you," he said airly. "We're in a hurry. So long."
"Au revoir ..." Dorothy added gaily and waved her hand as Bill swung to the left, then headed up Main Street in advance of the Packard.