As he left the place behind him, he found himself saying that he had received his first and last invitation to visit Green Fancy.
Peter drove slowly, carefully over the road down the mountain, in direct contrast to the heedless rush of the belated "washer."
Responding to a sudden impulse, Barnes lowered one of the side-seats in the tonneau and moved closer to the driver. By leaning forward he was in a position to speak through the window at Peter's back.
"Pretty bad going, isn't it?" he ventured.
"Bad enough in the daytime," said Peter, without taking his eyes from the road, "but something fierce at night."
"I suppose you've been over it so often, however, that you know every crook and turn."
"I know 'em well enough not to get gay with 'em," said Peter.
"How long have you been driving for Mr. Curtis?"
"Ever since he come up here, more'n two years ago. I used to drive the station bus fer the hotel down below Spanish Falls. He stayed there while he was buildin'. Guess I'm going to get the G. B. 'fore long, though."
His listener started. "You don't say so! Cutting down expenses?"