“What an awful feeling his must be, then!” exclaimed the girl, shuddering.
“Are you sorry for him!” asked Mrs. Tremaine, slowly.
“Only in the sense that I’m sorry for any man who yields to the temptation to turn thief,” replied the girl, slowly.
As Joe Dawson thrust his head up through the hatchway his chum at the wheel could see that the young engineer was much disturbed.
“Are we crowding your motors too hard, Joe?” inquired Halstead.
“They’re mighty warm,” Dawson admitted.
“Any danger of exploding a lot of gasoline gas?” demanded Henry Tremaine.
“I won’t just say that,” replied Joe, hesitatingly. “But——”
“But what?”
“If I keep up this overheating one or both of the motors may be put out of business.”