"Home, nowhere, and then to town," commented Aunt Hannah loudly. "A multi-nefarious destination. James, if you run into the Ewigkeit by way of a wire fence or a tree, I'll come every night and haunt you! But don't poke along as Lindley pokes, or I'll take the wheel myself."
The deaf head-farmer, Vail, who had kept the engine going for fear of freezing, left the wheel and crawled resignedly into the tonneau.
Aunt Hannah and Desboro stowed themselves aboard; the swift car went off like a firecracker, then sped away into the darkness at such a pace that presently Aunt Hannah put her marmot-like face close to Desboro's ear and swore at him.
"Didn't you want speed?" he asked, slowing down.
"Where are you going, James—home, or nowhere?"
"Nowhere."
"Well, we arrived there long ago. Now, go home—your home."
"Sure, but I've got to catch that train——"
"Oh, you'll catch it—or something else. James?"