"What! What! You dare contradict me? I'll fire you
Saturday night! I'd fire you now only I am short of money.
Get out of here! Come back!"
Rosie turned dutifully, but with a weary expression on his face.
"I fine you eleven dollars and fifty cents. That's about what the tickets will come to. Now go. Send Rain-in-the-Face here!"
The interview with Rain-in-the-Face sounded not unlike a series of explosions to those out in the main compartment of the car. Every face wore a grin, and each man expected it would be his turn next.
"Come on, let's go outside and talk," said Conley.
"I should think you would want to get away from it all," answered Phil. "I don't know; whether I can stand this sort of thing or not."
"You'll get used to it after awhile."
"Something's going to happen," croaked the Missing Link, dismally, as the two left the car by the rear door.
"I guess the freak is right," nodded Billy Conley. "There is going to be an explosion here that will shake the state."
There was, but not exactly in the way he imagined.