“Give her your card and tell her you’ll pay her on the way back,” shouted Pee-wee.
“The goat has my cards, too,” said Townsend.
“Well, yer ain’t got it then?” sneered Inspector Snagg.
“Sure he’s got it but it’s in the goat,” screamed Pee-wee.
“Well, you’re a couple of smart, fresh youngsters,” said Inspector Snagg, sweeping aside all argument and explanation. “Now how much gas have you got in that car?”
“Oh, a little bit,” said Townsend.
“Can’t you listen to an argument?” roared Pee-wee.
“Your pal can tell that to the judge,” called the inspector. “He can tell him the goat story. Then if the judge says it’s all right fer kids ter be racin’ along the public highways without—”
“You were coming along thirty-five miles an hour yourselves,” shouted Pee-wee; “I’m not afraid of you!”
“You stay where you are, Kid,” said Townsend in a tone of kindness mingled with disgust. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back or I’ll send somebody. Take it easy.”