“Say, who does that fellow think he is, anyway?” Dave murmured impatiently. “His old car wasn’t touched! If that pilot hadn’t done some quick thinking, someone would have been killed sure!”
They watched as a policeman remonstrated with him, and were disgusted at his sullen remarks. After he had vented his spite sufficiently, he sprang into his roadster and backed out of the parking place so rapidly that women and children were forced to scurry to escape the wheels.
“He didn’t care much whether he struck anyone or not!” Doris declared. “That man is positively vicious.”
After the excitement had died down, she and Dave went to their own roadster. There was a bad traffic jam and it was some time before they reached the gate.
“It certainly was a thrilling day,” Doris told her friend when they were on the highway. “I wouldn’t have missed it for anything.”
“Glad you liked it,” Dave returned. “Next year I hope to take part myself.”
“The best part of it was that no one was injured,” Doris continued. “It would have ruined the entire meet if there had been a serious accident there at the last.”
They drove along in silence for some time, but as they approached the Mallow residence, she broached the subject which had been troubling her.
“Dave, you’ve frequently been to Rumson, haven’t you?” she began indirectly.
“Sure, why?”