“Which is it to be?” asked Bob. “This is the place to have an understanding.”
“The lady hired me,” he answered.
“Yes, and I won’t pay you at all, if you don’t mind,” said Miss Dolly in firm musical accents.
“Guess that settles it,” observed the driver.
“You mean—?” began Bob, eying him.
“It means I obey orders. She’s my ‘fare,’ not you. We just picked you up.”
“And that’s your last word?” Ominously.
“Say, lady”—the driver turned wearily—“have I got to suppress this crazy man you got out of the bughouse?”
“Maybe that would be a good plan,” answered Miss Dolly, militancy now in her tone. “That is, if he doesn’t get in, just sweet and quiet-like.”
“It’ll be twenty dollars extra,” said the man, rising. He was a big fellow, too.