"Wha—what was that you said?" gasped her husband, flopping back in the seat
"I learned that from my predecessor in office," she replied somewhat guiltily. "I've heard you say it a million times."
"But I ain't no woman. I—"
"Set still! Do you want to fall out and break your neck?"
And Anderson sat still, dazed and helpless in the direful presence of a woman who, to his utter horror, had gone violently insane. He began silently but urgently to pray that the gasoline would give out, when he would find himself in a position to reason with her, gently or forcibly as the situation demanded. He broke into a profuse and chilly perspiration. His wife crazy! His wife of forty years! His old comrade!
He was aroused from these horrifying, sickening reflections by a hoarse but imperative word coming from nowhere out of the darkness of the road ahead.
"Halt!"
Mrs. Crow put on the brakes.