"Wait a minute; I want to talk to you."
"Can't stop," he replied in a querulous tone. "I've got fifty miles to make before daylight. Out of my way, woman."
With a dexterous motion she opened the door and sprang into the seat beside him.
"Here! Get out of this," he cried.
"Drive on," she said calmly. "It'll save time, since you're in a hurry."
"Get out!"
"I'm going to ride with you. Why bother to argue?"
He turned nervously in his seat to get a look at her, then shifted the clutch and slowly started the car. The woman sat quiet. While bumping over the uneven road at a reckless speed the driver turned at times to cast stealthy glances at the person beside him. Finally he asked in exasperation:
"Do you know where I'm going?"
"You haven't told me."