“Why it’s John and Uncle Sim. They want to ride home. I guess I’ll pretend not to know who they are and put on a little more speed.”
As he spoke the car began to move more swiftly, a sight which at once called forth louder shouts of protest from the two men who now were near the fence along the roadside.
“Let them in. Let them in,” said Grant.
“All right, just as you say,” replied George, and as he spoke he brought the automobile to a standstill.
“What do you want?” he called to the two men who now were climbing the fence.
“We want you to take us home,” replied one of the two.
“Is that you, John?”
“It certainly is.”
“Well, I couldn’t tell,” laughed George. “You look more like a string than ever. Is that Uncle Sim with you?”
“Yas, suh. Yas, suh,” spoke up the negro promptly.