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oke； his face told what he was thinking about it： that this was what a woman had brought him to！ He crumpled it up and made a gesture as though he would throw it into the street； and a man behind him laughed abruptly。 Bud scowled and turned toward him a belligerent glance； and the man stopped laughing as suddenly as he had begun。
〃If you've got money to throw to the birds； brother； I guess I won't make the proposition I was going to make。 Thought I could talk business to you； maybebut I guess I better tie a can to that idea。〃
Bud grunted and put the ten dollars in his pocket。
〃What idea's that？〃 〃Oh； driving a car I'm taking south。 Sprained my shoulder； and don't feel like tackling it myself。 They tell me in here that you aren't doing anything now〃 He made the pause that asks for an answer。
〃They told you right。 I've done it。〃
The man's eyebrows lifted； but since Bud did not explain； he went on with his own explanation。
〃You don't remember me； but I rode into Big Basin with you last summer。 I know you can drive； and it doesn't matter a lot whether it's asphalt or cow trail you drive over。〃
Bud was in too sour a mood to respond to the flattery。 He did not even grunt。
〃Could you take a car south for me？ There'll be night driving； and bad roads； maybe〃
〃If you know what you say you know about my driving； what's the ideaasking me if I can？〃
〃Well； put it another way。 Will you？〃
〃You're on。 Where's the car？ Here？〃 Bud sent a seeking look into the depths of the garage。 He knew every car in there。 〃What is there in it for me？〃 he added perfunctorily； because he would have gone just for sake of getting a free ride rather than stay in San Jose over night。
〃There's good money in it； if you can drive with your mouth shut。 This isn't any booster parade。 Fact islet's walk to the depot； while I tell you。〃 He stepped out of the doorway； and Bud gloomily followed him。 〃Little trouble with my wife；〃 the man explained apologetically。 〃Having me shadowed； and all that sort of thing。 And I've got business south and want to be left alone to do it。 Darn these women！〃 he exploded suddenly。
Bud mentally said amen； but kept his mouth shut upon his sympathy with the sentiment。
〃Foster's my name。 Now here's a key to the garage at this address。〃 He handed Bud a padlock key and an address scribbled on a card。 〃That's my place in Oakland； out by Lake Merritt。 You go there to…night； get the car； and have it down at the Broadway Wharf to meet the 11：30 boatthe one the theater crowd uses。 Have plenty of gas and oil； there won't be any stops after we start。 Park out pretty well near the shore end as close as you can get to that ten…foot gum sign； and be ready to go when I climb in。 I may have a friend with me。 You know Oakland？〃
〃Fair to middling。 I can get around by myself。〃
〃Well； that's all right。 I've got to go back to the city catching the next train。 You better take the two…fifty to Oakland。 Here's money for whatever expense there is。 And say！ put these number plates in your pocket； and take off the ones on the car。 I bought these of a fellow that had a smashthey'll do for the trip。 Put them on； will you？ She's wise to the car number； of course。 Put the plates you take off under the seat cushion； don't leave 'em。 Be just as careful as if it was a life…and…death matter； will you？ I've got a big deal on； down there；and I don't want her spilling the beans just to satisfy a grudgewhich she would do in a minute。 So don't fail to be at the ferry； parked so you can slide out easy。 Get down there by that big gum sign。 I'll find you； all right。〃
〃I'll be there。〃 Bud thrust the key and another ten dollars into his pocket and turned away。 〃And don't say anything〃
〃Do I look like an open…faced guy？〃
The man laughed。 〃Not much； or I wouldn't have picked you for the trip。〃 He hurried down to the depot platform； for his train was already whistling； farther down the yards。
Bud looked after him； the corners of his mouth taking their normal； upward tilt。 It began to look as though luck had not altogether deserted him； in spite of the recent blow it had given。 He slid the wrapped number plates into the inside pocket of his overcoat； pushed his hands deep into his pockets； and walked up to the cheap hotel which had been his bleak substitute for a home during his trouble。 He packed everything he owned a big suitcase held it all by squeezingpaid his bill at the office； accepted a poor cigar； and in return said； yes； he was going to strike out and look for work； and took the train for Oakland。
A street car landed him within two blocks of the address on the tag； and Bud walked through thickening fog and dusk to the place。 Foster had a good…looking house； he observed。 Set back on the middle of two lots； it was； with a cement drive sloping up from the street to the garage backed against the alley。 Under cover of lighting a cigarette； he inspected the place before he ventured farther。 The blinds were drawn downat least upon the side next the drive。 On the other he thought he caught a gleam of light at the rear； rather； the beam that came from a gleam of light in Foster's dining room or kitchen shining on the next house。 But he was not certain of it； and the absolute quiet reassured him so that he went up the drive； keeping on the grass border until he reached the garage。 This； he told himself； was just like a womanraising the deuce around so that a man had to sneak into his own place to get his own car out of his own garage。 If Foster was up against the kind of deal Bud had been up against； he sure had Bud's sympathy； and he sure would get the best help Bud was capable of giving him。
The key fitted the lock； and Bud went in； set down his suitcase； and closed the door after him。 It was dark as a pocket in there； save where a square of grayness betrayed a window。 Bud felt his way to the side of the car； groped to the robe rail； found a heavy； fringed robe； and curtained the window until he could see no thread of light anywhere； after which he ventured to use his flashlight until he had found the switch and turned on the light。
There was a little side door at the back； and it was fastened on the inside with a stout hook。 Bud thought for a minute； took a long chance； and let himself out into the yard； closing the door after him。 He walked around the garage to the front and satisfied himself that the light inside did not show。 Then he went around the back of the house and found that he had not been mistaken about the light。 The house was certainly occupied； and like the neighboring houses seemed concerned only with the dinner hour of the inmates。 He went back； hooked the little door on the inside； and began a careful inspection of the car he was to drive。
It was a big； late…modeled touring car； of the kind that sells for nearly five thousand dollars。 Bud's eyes lightened with satisfaction when he looked at it。 There would be pleasure as well as profit in driving this old girl to Los Angeles； he told himself。 It fairly made his mouth water to look at her standing there。 He got in and slid behind the wheel and fingered the gear lever； and tested the clutch and the foot brakenot because he doubted them； but because he had a hankering to feel their smoothness of operation。 Bud loved a good car just as he had loved a good horse in the years behind him。 Just as he used to walk around a good horse and pat its sleek shoulder and feel the hard muscles of its trim legs； so now he made love to this big car。 Let that old hen of Foster's crab the trip south？ He should sa…a…ay not！
There did not seem to be a thing that he could do to her； but nevertheless he got down and； gave all the grease cups a turn； removed the number plates and put them under the rear seat cushion； inspected the gas tank and the oil gauge and the fanbelt and the radiator； turned back the trip…mileage to zero professional driving had made Bud careful as a taxi driver about recording the mileage of a triplooked at the clock set in the instrument board； and pondered。
What if the old lady took a notion to drive somewhere？ She would miss the car and raise a hullabaloo； and maybe crab the whole thing in the start。 In that case； Bud decided that the best way would be to let her go。 He could pile on to the empty trunk rack behind； and manage somehow to get off with the car when she stopped。 Still； there was not much chance of her going out in the fogand now that he listened； he heard the drip of rain。 No； there was not much chance。 Foster had not seemed to think there was any chance of the car being in use； and Foster ought to know。 He would wait until about ten…thirty； to play safe； and then go。
Rain spelled skid chains to Bud。 He looked in the tool box； found a set； and put them on。 Then； because he was not going to take any chances； he put another set； that he found hanging up； on the front wheels。 After that he turned out the light； took down the robe and wrapped himself in it； and laid himself down on the rear seat to wait for ten…thirty。
He dozed； and the next he knew there was a fumbling at the door in front； and the muttering of a voice。 Bud slid noiselessly out of the car and under it； head to the rear where he could crawl out quickly。 The voice soun