"Not—not even acquainted. Let's throw the old benzine-buggy against the rocks, and give Motor Matt a surprise."
"He'll be surprised, all right. Serve him right, too, for meddling with Sercomb's business."
"He's a meddler, that's sure. Dace Perry told me all about him."
"Dace Perry's a blamed good fellow. He's one of our set."
"Can you navigate the car to the road?" asked Packard.
"Navigate a dozen cars! Anything more in the flask?"
"All gone," answered Packard gloomily.
"Well, there's more back at the house."
Mings got into the car and Packard did the cranking. When the car started it nearly ran over Packard.
"Trying to kill me?" shouted Packard, rolling out of the way.