"Say, what about that punkin pie?"
"You sit right there an' wait."
"Chin-Chin!" nodded Spike, and watched her into the house.
No sooner was he alone than he was out of his chair and, descending the steps into the garden, sped gleefully away across lawns and along winding paths, following a haphazard course. But, as he wandered thus, he came to the stables and so to a large building beyond, where were many automobiles of various patterns and make; and here, very busy with brushes, sponge, and water, washing a certain car and making a prodigious splashing, was a figure there was no mistaking, and one whom Spike hailed in joyous surprise.
"Well, well, if it ain't th' old Spider! Gee, but I'm glad t' see you! Say, old sport, I'm a invalid—pipe my bandages, will ye?"
"Huh!" grunted the Spider, without glancing up from the wheel he was washing.
"Say, old lad," continued Spike, "I guess they told you how I put it all over Bud, eh?"
"Mph!" said the Spider, slopping the water about.
"Heard how I saved old Geoff from gettin' snuffed out, didn't yer?"
"Huh-umph!" growled the Spider.