"That isn't until late at night — half past eleven, to be exact."
"I'm in no hurry," said the stranger with a shrug of his shoulders.
"We are driving in that direction," said the man at the wheel. "You are quite welcome to go with us."
The stranger hesitated.
"You would be overcrowded," he said.
"Certainly not," came the reply. "There's room for three of us. Come along if you wish."
The stranger accepted the invitation. The man at the side of the driver shifted to the left to allow room.
"My name is Vincent," said the man at the wheel, "and this gentleman is Major Weston."
"Glad to meet you," said the stranger. "My name is Garrison Cooper."
"How far along the pike are you going?"