"Who's that man makin' hit go?" Shoogie whispered.
"It's— It's— It's Mister Ward! We'd better run!"
"Not yet! He's lettin' hit go slow so's we can see hit." Mister Ward made the automobile come to a stop right in front of us, but he didn't make it be quiet or quit rattling and shaking.
He was grinning as he got out. His red, bushy hair was hanging down nearly to his eyes.
"How'd you little gals like to ride in Mister Hicks's automobile?"
"No, suh!" Shoogie told him. She started backing away.
"Gal, you a-feared o' automobiles?"
"Shoogie ain't scared! She just ain't seen none!"
"Well, Bandershanks, I know you ain't a-feared to ride, are you?"
Before I could say "Yes, sir" or "No, sir," he grabbed me by both arms and jumped back into the automobile with me!