"I promise," said Woody. "The car will be in perfect mechanical condition. Otherwise the deal will be off. I'll go over it myself, and I'll get Worm to help me."
Worm was furious when Woody told him. His face went white, and for a while he was unable to say anything. When he did he called Woody a fool and a lunatic and said he wouldn't have anything to do with the Black Tiger and would not help Woody in any way.
"I'll not be a party tae ye killing yere foolish self," he stormed.
This was a heavy blow. Woody didn't really know enough about the mechanics of racing cars to check the Tiger over thoroughly. He waited for Worm to calm down and then decided to tackle him again.
"Worm," he said, "you don't understand about me and the Black Tiger. I'd like to explain to you."
"There's nae explanation for a mon deciding tae drive a car that's only been in two races and has had an accident each time, other than lunacy," Worm snapped.
"Well, maybe it is lunacy," replied Woody. "But Dad doesn't seem to think so. And neither does Mary Jane."
"Ye mean tae tell me yer father is going tae let ye drive yon man-killer?"
"Yes," said Woody. "Because I explained the reasons to him."
"And what might be yere reasons?" Worm demanded.