“Delirious?”
“He’s just a mean character,” Kathleen muttered in an undertone. “I’m sort of scared.”
“Scared? Why?”
“He has a revolver in his back pocket.”
“Maybe he carries it to protect the cargo,” Judy replied. “Let’s see what we can do about that collar bone.”
Moving over to the sullen trucker, who stood leaning against the tilted vehicle, she addressed him quietly but firmly.
“You’ll feel more comfortable if you sit or lie down. We’ll help you—”
“I don’t want any help.” The trucker’s lips parted in an ugly snarl which revealed his missing front teeth. “You got a car?”
“No, we’re Girl Scouts on a hike.”
“Girl Scouts! A lot of help you’ll be!”