"May I rest my head upon you, chummie dear?"
"You may not. Try the engine."
"That's hard. And there are enough wheels in my head already, without pounding my ear with them. Suggest something else."
"Your own elbow, then."
"Thanks, dear. Where's that slab of aluminum that used to be a seat?"
It was a happy thought and furnished them both with a headrest. The seat was not an ideal pillow, but it answered the purpose because there was nothing better.
[CHAPTER VI]
CASTAWAYS
"Well, I declare!" exclaimed Orissa, sitting up.