"Much obliged, ma'am."
"You're entirely welcome," said she, this time poking her elbow into Anderson's ribs. He grunted.
"Is the road pretty good all the way?"
"It's a good dirt road."
"We're in a great hurry, ma'am. Is it safe to hit it up a little on the dirt-road? His wife specially wanted to see him before she died."
"Perfectly safe, as long as you keep in it."
"Nightie!" called the spokesman, and the big car leaped forward as if suddenly unchained.
"Well, of all the—" began Anderson wrathfully.
"Get out and crank this car, Anderson," she broke in excitedly.
"You know as well as I do that that dirt road ends at Heffner's farm. It don't go nowheres near the river. What ails you, Eva Crow? That poor feller's wife—"