“Get up to the house early to-morrow—I’ll show you some of my things.”
The next day Westy met young Mitchell before he got halfway to their home. He was coming along at breakneck speed on a motorcycle and stopped short right by him.
“Hallo!” he greeted. “Some stunt, eh, Martin? I don’t ride this tin can very often except when I have too much surplus energy. Then I try stunts.”
“You mean you try to break your neck. I’d like to have that tin can just the same,” Westy said enviously.
“Want to hop on? I’ll show your some peachy tricks before we go home.”
Westy got on and watched him steer with a steady hand.
“See that car ahead?” he asked Westy.
“Yeh. What about it?”
“Well, just watch me cut in front of it and swerve out on the road again.”
“Yes, I’ll watch you all right. I better watch myself. It’d be just my luck to fall off. I’m no whiner though—go to it!”