"I—I guess somebody must have told them that—I guess maybe they thought we were going there."
"Thought we were going there?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Oh, because."
A light was beginning to dawn upon the young car manager.
He surveyed Teddy from beneath half closed eyelids.
Tucker grew restless under the critical examination.
"Say, stop your looking at me that way."
"Why?"
"You make me nervous. Stop it, I say!"
"Tell me all about it, Teddy," urged Phil, trying hard to make his tone stern.