"Nothing. That's the trouble. You can't do anything without gasoline. I am thinking of letting some of my passengers go ahead and get enough to carry us into the town. Do you know how far it is to Rome?"
"Must be about three mile."
"That wouldn't be very much of a walk," said Fred glibly.
For some unexplained reason his courage now had returned and he stood in less fear of his rough and noisy guests.
"What are you goin' to do?" again demanded the leader.
"There isn't anything I can do," retorted Fred sharply, "unless some of you will go ahead and get some gasoline."
"That's right, Jim," spoke up one of his companions. "We'll go and get his gasoline. Tell him to give us four dollars and we'll get a good supply."
"That's right," spoke up Jim quickly. "We can't get gasoline without some money."
"Oh, one of us will go along and pay the bills," spoke up John, who up to this point had taken no part in the conversation.
"How much money you got?"