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He stared at him curiously, and it was plain to see that he was telling the truth in all he said. "What you mean the car iss stolen?" he inquired finally. "Nothing," said Bob blankly. "It's too much for me." "I go to a party last night," said Heinrich. "I come home late and the door here iss open. Here iss the car too. Why you think it stolen?" "I don't know," said Bob.
"Yes, sir. He left only a few moments ago. He is driving to the school with Mr. and Mrs. Travers in the large car." "Did you give him your story of the two Irishmen?" "Yes, sir. He laughed heartily." "Good. Had you any other contributions for him?" "I ventured to suggest that he might mention to the young gentlemen that education is a drawing out, not a putting in.
"That's just what I crawled in here to find out, how to get the car off you. That's just what I want to find out. I could run for help, of course, only I couldn't run, 'cause my knees are so wobbly. It would take hours and the car might start or burn up or something while I was gone.
"I am looking for any old car," said T. X. He found no other trace of car wheels though he carefully followed up the little lane until it reached the main road. After that it was hopeless to search because rain had fallen in the night and in the early hours of the morning. He drove his assistant to the railway station in time to catch the train at one o'clock to London.
There have been instances of men throwing bricks through the windows of cars that wouldn't stop and cheerfully going to jail for the crime. But this car stops. It comes to a squealing halt that must contribute grotesquely to the dreams of the sleepers in Sheffield Avenue. The night is cool.
If he wants to see me so bad let him cum back here." "I think I'd go forward and see him," said Billings, sort ov impatient-like. "You'll have no trouble finding him. He's in the third car from here, up at the front end, right-hand side, next to the watercooler. He inquired most partickerlerly for you."
Although Krayne had asked Rösie to buy a first-class compartment on the railroad trip over and back, they went in a third-class car. Präger declared that it was good enough for him, and he didn't wish to spoil his troupe! His wife now held the purse-strings, as Rösie was too engrossed with her art and Hugh too absorbed in his love to notice such mere sublunary matters.
Though the air was filled with the fleecy white patches which look like cotton-wool but are really bursting shrapnel, Thompson told me afterwards that Mrs. Winterbottom was as cool as though she were driving down her native Commonwealth Avenue on a Sunday morning. When they reached the fort shells were falling all about them, but they filled the car with wounded men and Mrs.
So they went down the street, and I got into my car and followed at a distance. I did not know where they were going, and there was nothing I could do but creep along a poor little rich boy with a big automobile and nobody to ride in it, or to pay any attention to him.
Then she heard the purring of an automobile behind her the first vehicle that she had seen since leaving town. It was the big gray car that had been standing before Doctor Davison's house when she had passed, and Ruth would have known the girl who sat at the steering wheel and was driving the car alone, even had Reno, the big mastiff, not sat in great dignity on the seat beside her.
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