“Youse guys is a lot of false alarms,” said the driver. “What can yez do?”
“Give me a dare,” said Hervey.
“Sure, I’ll give yer a dare.”
“Just give me one and I’ll show you,” said Hervey.
His rather bizarre challenge caused the stranger, whose remarks had been altogether casual, to glance sideways at him rather curiously.
“You just give me a dare, that’s all,” said Hervey complacently.
It seemed as if the young man’s mood of banter had changed to one of inquiring interest. His criticism had been surly, but not serious; now suddenly, he flattered Hervey by a kind of lowering inspection.
“Sure, I’ll give yer one,” said he; “only yer mother don’t leave yer out nights.”
“Oh, don’t she,” Hervey sneered. “You just give me a dare—you just give me one. I refused to take dares from people that wouldn’t even ride in a Ford, I did.”
Still the young fellow scrutinized him. “Yare?” he queried cynically.