[*] The darky cook at Temple Camp.
CHAPTER XV
WE FORM A RESOLVE
We all started shouting, “We are shaved! We are shaved! A Fraud car! A Fraud car on the horizon!” I guess the driver of that Ford car thought we were crazy.
“I hope he’ll stop before he runs into the creek,” Warde said.
The car was coming along the turnpike at the rate of about a half a million miles a year and I shouted, “Hey, mister, whoever you are, please stop before you get here; it was raining last night and the water is wet.”
“Stop your fooling,” the kid said.
I said, “Do you think I want that car to come plunging into the creek? Suppose that driver is blind.”
“She’s coming under full sail,” Garry said.
“Hurrah!” they all shouted.