“Does it interfere with your plans?”
Interfere with his plans? This man who was paying him wages asked that question! Did a finer man live anywhere?
“Not a bit. I was only trying out—” Tommy stopped short. He had been taking liberties with the carburetor by advice and with the consent of Bill. And it was Thompson's car! “What?” asked Thompson.
Tommy told him.
“Lots of room for improvement in the Tecumseh, eh?”
Mr. Thompson's voice was neither sarcastic nor admiring.
Tommy answered, “We think so.”
“Who is we?”
“Me and Bill Byrnes,” smiled Tommy.
“Lots of suggestions?”