I glanced around at Grant, after a few minutes. He was immersed in his newspaper once more, and looked very comfortable.
I smiled diabolically. "Eep," I said.
Startled, he leaped up and dashed for the door. I chuckled as he hurried out to put on his act for a car that was going at least sixty miles an hour.
As soon as he returned, acknowledging defeat, and grew absorbed in his paper once more, I cried "Eep!" again. I kept that up until at last he came back wearily into the house and said,
"None of those cars were going slow! Are you getting so you can't tell a slow one from a fast one?"
"It's funny," I said, "but I've been noticing that they all begin to speed up just about the time you start out there."
He looked at me suspiciously and resumed his reading without saying anything. I was jubilant. It was illogical, of course, but somehow this was making up for what Mr. Hawkins had done to me.
Suddenly I noticed two cars creeping along the highway, one behind the other. They were past the Peacock and almost in front of Featherbrain's little motel.
This was too good to miss. Surely one of the two, at least, could be led in here.
"Eep! Two slow ones! Get out there!" I called excitedly to Grant.