"Shuvver?" said the Spider uneasily. "But what's a guy like you want with a shuvver?"
"Well, to drive my car—and—"
"Car?" said the Spider, his uneasiness growing, "got a car now, have ye, bo?"
"I rather think I've got six."
"Sufferin' Sam!" The Spider scratched his chin while his keen eyes roved over Ravenslee's exterior apprehensively. "Say, bo, you quite sure none o' th' bunch booted you on th' dome—eh?"
"Quite sure."
"An' yet you got six auter-mobiles. I say—you think so."
"Now I think again, they're seven with the newest racer."
"Say, now, jest holt still a minute! Now, swaller twice, think dam' hard, an' tell me again! You got how many?"
"Seven!"