"Yes, sir, I am the same."
"I hope you understand powerful cars. Did my father tell you that ours is a steam car?"
"He talked about a fifty-seven Daimler, sir."
"But you have had experience with steam cars——"
"How did you know that, sir?"
He smiled softly.
"We have made inquiries—naturally, we should do so."
"Then you have not been misinformed. I drove a thirty-horse White three months last year."
"Ah, the same car that we drive. Unfortunately, I cannot help my father just now, for I have met with an accident—in the hunting field."
I jibbed at this. Motor-men don't know much about the hunting field, as a rule, but I wasn't such a ninny that I supposed men hunted in July.