"Yes, indeed! I remembered you right away," Steve stumbled on. "You are the man who gave me the gasoline when I was stuck here Wednesday."
"I am."
"I knew you the first minute I saw you," repeated Stephen.
"I did not notice any sign that you did," was the terse response.
"Oh—well—you see, I couldn't very well speak back there," explained Steve with confusion. "They would all have wanted to know where I—I mean I would have to—it would just have made a lot of talk," concluded he lamely.
For the first time the elder man, moving his eyes from the ribbon of gleaming highway, confronted him.
"So your father did not know you had the car out the other day?" said he.
"N—o."
The workman showed no surprise.
"I guessed as much," he remarked. "But of course you have told him since."