The nonchalance of her! Tyke couldn’t help but admire it while yet his anger smouldered. It was for all the world like her cool, collected uncle, white and calm under fire. He was amazed, but somehow, he was conquered.
“You swear you give it to me straight ’f I take you home?”
“I don’t swear,” said Lib coolly. “It’s naughty. My mother doesn’t like me to.”
Tyke grew black and swore under his breath.
“I ain’t takin’ no nonsense!” he lowered. “You gimme that address ur I’ll kill ya yet, I swear I will.”
Lib was getting her second wind. She eyed him furtively. She was not nearly so frightened now. She was trying to think what to do.
“Well, it’s up in Canada somewhere,” she said, “a name that begins with a Q. If you’d start the car home I could mebbe think. Quebec. That’s it. I never can remember that name. But I can’t think of the street until we get back home. There’s a street there by the same name. You run back and I’ll show you where to find it. It’s 737 that street. Now, will you take me back?”
The motor began to rumble again.
“You tellin’ me straight, you little devil?”
“Sure!” said Lib, settling back and trying to still her teeth from chattering and her weak little knees from trembling, “Let’s go fast again like we did. I’m getting hungry, and my mother won’t like you if you keep me away so long.”