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And there is so much undergrowth close up to the edge, one could come on it unaware especially if one was excited, and not paying attention ! I better beat it! Jump in and drive me around college and I'll get off at the gym." Leslie sprang in and Allison stood on the running-board. His sister cast a wistful glance at him as she started the car.
I shall never, in my oldest grayest year, in a ducky cap by the fireplace, forget the half-second when your hand came flashing along, and caught that man on the running-board. But it wasn't just that melodrama. If that hadn't happened, something else would have, to symbolize you.
Shyly, turning from him a little, she stripped off her stockings and pumps, while he changed from a flivver-driver into a young viking, with bare white neck, pale hair ruffled about his head, trousers rolled up above his straight knees a young seaman of the crew of Eric the Red. They swung out on the running-board, now awash. With slight squeals they dropped into the cold stream.
Carolyn June was standing on the running-board waiting for Skinny to come with Old Pie Face and Red John, the boys having left the horses at the stables. Carolyn June looked up with a bright smile at Chuck. As her eyes met the Ramblin' Kid's there was a question in them. She was not sure yet that she had forgiven him for the brutal rebuff the night of the dance.
Leaping to the running-board, she had attempted to snatch the baby from the arms of the stranger, and here, screaming and fighting, she had clung to her position even after the taxicab had got under way; nor was it until the machine had passed the Greystoke residence at good speed that Carl, with a heavy blow to her face, had succeeded in knocking her to the pavement.
He looked at Terry with a world of understanding, wheeled about slowly and went ponderously back to his corner. "That was sportsmanly of you." It was Tabs speaking. "I'd like to know how much " The coster shook his head. "It don't cost you nothink. Me and you used ter share." Tabs protested. The man climbed the running-board and pushed his grime-stained hand into the car.
He skidded round a corner, grazing the curb, and put his foot on the accelerator. The car jumped forward. The passenger, about to drop from the running-board, changed his mind. He did not want to break a bone or two in the process of alighting. "'F you don't lemme off right away I'll not pay you a cent for the ride," Johnnie shouted. "You got no right to pack me off thisaway."
He received a fleeting impression of a woman's startled eyes, staring into his own through a thin mesh of veiling, fell off the running-board, slammed the door, and hurled himself to-wards the next compartment. Here happier fortune attended upon his desire; the box-like section was untenanted, and a notice blown upon the window-glass announced that it was "2nd Class Smoking."
"I'll hitch on behind you, and hold back in going down hill." She did not even try to help him while he again cleaned the spark plugs and looked over brakes, oil, gas, water. She sat on the running-board, and it was pleasant to be relieved of responsibility. He said nothing at all.
With no intention of going under the wheels, Steve waited until the last moment and then jumped. But not to the side as Terry had anticipated. Obeying his impulse and taking his chance, he sprang up to her running-board as she whizzed over the bouncing planks of the bridge, grasping the door of her car to steady himself. The feat safely accomplished, he grinned up into Terry's startled eyes.
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