sign. After a moment the proprietor emerged from the interior of his establishment and gazed hollow-eyed at the car. have some cried Tom roughly. do you think we stopped for—to admire the “Let’s gas!” “What view?” said Wilson without sick all “I’m sick,” moving. “Been day.” the “What’s matter?” all run “I’m down.” shall I help Tom demanded. sounded well enough on the “Well, myself?” “You phone.” With an effort Wilson left the shade and support of the doorway and, breathing hard, unscrewed the cap of the tank. In the sunlight his face was green. mean to interrupt your he said. I need money pretty bad, and I was “I didn’t lunch,” “But wondering what you were going to do with your old car.” do you like this inquired Tom. bought it last “How one?” “I week.” a nice yellow said Wilson, as he strained at the handle. “It’s one,” to buy “Like it?” Wilson smiled faintly. but I could make some money on the “Big chance,” “No, other.” do you want money for, all of a “What sudden?” been here too long. I want to get away. My wife and I want to go “I’ve West.” wife exclaimed Tom, startled. “Your does,” been talking about it for ten He rested for a moment against the pump, shading his “She’s years.” eyes. now going whether she wants to or not. going to get her “And she’s I’m away.” The coupe flashed by us with a flurry of dust and the flash of a waving hand. do I owe demanded Tom harshly. “What you?”
sign. After a moment the proprietor emerged from the interior of his establishment and gazed hollow-eyed at the car. “Let’s have some gas!” cried Tom roughly. “What do you think we stopped for—to admire the view?” “I’m sick,” said Wilson without moving. “Been sick all day.” “What’s the matter?” “I’m all run down.” “Well, shall I help myself?” Tom demanded. “You sounded well enough on the phone.” With an effort Wilson left the shade and support of the doorway and, breathing hard, unscrewed the cap of the tank. In the sunlight his face was green. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your lunch,” he said. “But I need money pretty bad, and I was wondering what you were going to do with your old car.” “How do you like this one?” inquired Tom. “I bought it last week.” “It’s a nice yellow one,” said Wilson, as he strained at the handle. “Like to buy it?” “Big chance,” Wilson smiled faintly. “No, but I could make some money on the other.” “What do you want money for, all of a sudden?” “I’ve been here too long. I want to get away. My wife and I want to go West.” “Your wife does,” exclaimed Tom, startled. “She’s been talking about it for ten years.” He rested for a moment against the pump, shading his eyes. “And now she’s going whether she wants to or not. I’m going to get her away.” The coupe flashed by us with a flurry of dust and the flash of a waving hand. “What do I owe you?” demanded Tom harshly.
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