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At dawn they neared a little village。 Through this particular county the road was unpaved and muddy； and the car was a sight to behold。 The only clean spot was on the windshield； where Bud had reached around once or twice with a handful of waste and cleaned a place to see through。 It was raining soddenly； steadily； as though it always had rained and always would rain。
Bud turned his face slightly to one side。 〃How about stopping； I'll have to feed her some oiland it wouldn't hurt to fill the gas tank again。 These heavy roads eat up a lot of extra power。 What's her average mileage on a gallon； Foster？〃
〃How the deuce should I know？〃 Foster snapped； just coming out of a doze。
〃You ought to know； with your own carand gas costing what it does。〃
〃Oh！ahwhat was it you asked？〃 Foster yawned aloud。 〃I musta been asleep。〃
〃I guess you musta been； all right；〃 Bud grunted。 〃Do you want breakfast here； or don't you？ I've got to stop for gas and oil； that's what I was asking？〃
The two consulted together； and finally told Bud to stop at the first garage and get his oil and gas。 After that he could drive to a drug store and buy a couple of thermos bottles； and after that he could go to the nearest restaurant and get the bottles filled with black coffee； and have lunch put up for six people。 Foster and his friend would remain in the car。
Bud did these things； revising the plan to the extent of eating his own breakfast at the counter in the restaurant while the lunch was being prepared in the kitchen。
From where he sat he could look across at the muddy car standing before a closed millinery…and…drygoods store。 It surely did not look much like the immaculate machine he had gloated over the evening before； but it was a powerful； big brute of a car and looked its class in every line。 Bud was proud to drive a car like that。 The curtains were buttoned down tight； and he thought amusedly of the two men huddled inside； shivering and hungry； yet refusing to come in and get warmed up with a decent breakfast。 Foster； he thought； must certainly be scared of his wife； if he daren't show himself in this little rube town。 For the first time Bud had a vagrant suspicion that Foster had not told quite all there was to tell about this trip。 Bud wondered now if Foster was not going to meet a 〃Jane〃 somewhere in the South。 That terrifying Mann Act would account for his caution much better than would the business deal of which Foster had hinted。
Of course； Bud told himself while the waiter refilled his coffee cup； it was none of his business what Foster had up his sleeve。 He wanted to get somewhere quickly and quietly； and Bud was getting him there。 That was all he need to consider。 Warmed and once more filled with a sense of well…being； Bud made himself a cigarette before the lunch was ready； and with his arms full of food he went out and across the street。 Just before he reached the car one of the thermos bottles started to slide down under his elbow。 Bud attempted to grip it against his ribs； but the thing had developed a slipperiness that threatened the whole load； so he stopped to rearrange his packages； and got an irritated sentence or two from his passengers。
〃Giving yourself away like that！ Why couldn't you fake up a mileage？ Everybody lies or guesses about the gas〃
〃Aw； what's the difference？ The simp ain't next to anything。 He thinks I own it。〃
〃Well； don't make the mistake of thinking he's a sheep。 Once he 〃
Bud suddenly remembered that he wanted something more from the restaurant； and returned forth…with； slipping thermos bottle and all。 He bought two packages of chewing gum to while away the time when he could not handily smoke； and when he returned to the car he went muttering disapproving remarks about the rain and the mud and the bottles。 He poked his head under the front curtain and into a glum silence。 The two men leaned back into the two corners of the wide seat； with their heads drawn down into their coat collars and their hands thrust under the robe。 Foster reached forward and took a thermos bottle； his partner seized another。
〃Say； you might get us a bottle of good whisky； too；〃 said Foster； holding out a small gold piece between his gloved thumb and finger。 〃Be quick about it thoughwe want to be traveling。 Lord； it's cold！ 〃
Bud went into a saloon a few doors up the street； and was back presently with the bottle and the change。 There being nothing more to detain them there； he kicked some of the mud off his feet； scraped off the rest on the edge of the running board and climbed in； fastening the curtain against the storm。 〃Lovely weather；〃 he grunted sarcastically。 〃Straight on to Bakersfield； huh？〃
There was a minute of silence save for the gurgling of liquid running out of a bottle into an eager mouth。 Bud laid an arm along the back of his seat and waited； his head turned toward them。 〃Where are you fellows going； anyway？〃 he asked impatiently。
〃Los An〃 the stranger gurgled； still drinking。
〃Yuma！〃 snapped Foster。 〃You shut up； Mert。 I'm running this。〃
〃Better〃
〃Yuma。 You hit the shortest trail for Yuma； Bud。 I'm running this。〃
Foster seemed distinctly out of humor。 He told Mert again to shut up； and Mert did so grumblingly； but somewhat diverted and consoled； Bud fancied； by the sandwiches and coffeeand the whisky too； he guessed。 For presently there was an odor from the uncorked bottle in the car。
Bud started and drove steadily on through the rain that never ceased。 The big car warmed his heart with its perfect performance； its smooth； effortless speed； its ease of handling。 He had driven too long and too constantly to tire easily； and he was almost tempted to settle down to sheer enjoyment in driving such a car。 Last night he had enjoyed it； but last night was not to…day。
He wished he had not overheard so much； or else had overheard more。 He was inclined to regret his retreat from the acrimonious voices as being premature。 Just why was he a simp； for instance？ Was it because he thought Foster owned the car？ Bud wondered whether father…in…law had not bought it； after all。 Now that he began thinking from a different angle； he remembered that father… in…law had behaved very much like the proud possessor of a new car。 It really did not look plausible that he would come out in the drizzle to see if Foster's car was safely locked in for the night。 There had been； too； a fussy fastidiousness in the way the robe had been folded and hung over the rail。 No man would do that for some other man's property； unless he was paid for it。
Wherefore； Bud finally concluded that Foster was not above helping himself to family property。 On the whole； Bud did not greatly disapprove of that； he was too actively resentful of his own mother…in…law。 He was not sure but he might have done something of the sort himself； if his mother…in…law had possessed a six…thousand…dollar car。 Still； such a car generally means a good deal to the owner； and he did not wonder that Foster was nervous about it。
But in the back of his mind there lurked a faint dissatisfaction with this easy explanation。 It occurred to him that if there was going to be any trouble about the car； he might be involved beyond the point of comfort。 After all； he did not know Foster； and he had no more reason for believing Foster's story than he had for doubting。 For all he knew； it might not be a wife that Foster was so afraid of。
Bud was not stupid。 He was merely concerned chiefly with his own affairsa common enough failing； surely。 But now that he had thought himself into a mental eddy where his own affairs offered no new impulse toward emotion； he turned over and over in his mind the mysterious trip he was taking。 It had come to seem just a little too mysterious to suit him； and when Bud Moore was not suited he was apt to do something about it。
What he did in this case was to stop in Bakersfield at a garage that had a combination drugstore and news…stand next door。 He explained shortly to his companions that he had to stop and buy a road map and that he wouldn't be long； and crawled out into the rain。 At the open doorway of the garage he turned and looked at the car。 No； it certainly did not look in the least like the machine he had driven down to the Oakland moleexcept； of course； that it was big and of the same make。 It might have been empty； too； for all the sign it gave of being occupied。 Foster and Mert evidently had no intention whatever of showing themselves。
Bud went into the drugstore； remained there for five minutes perhaps； and emerged with a morning paper which he rolled up and put into his pocket。 He had glanced through its feature news； and had read hastily one front…page article that had nothing whatever to do with the war； but told about the daring robbery of a jewelry store in San Francisco the night before。
The safe； it seemed； had been opened almost in plain sight of the street crowds； with the lights full on in the store。 A clever arrangement of two movable mirrors had served to shield the thief or thieves。 For no longer than two or three minutes； it seemed； the lights had been off； and it was thought that the raiders had used the interval of darkness to move the mirrors into position。 Which went far toward