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essly out of the car and under it； head to the rear where he could crawl out quickly。 The voice sounded like a man； and presently the door opened and Bud was sure of it。 He caught a querulous sentence or two。
〃Door left unlockedthe ignorant houndGood thing I don't trust him too far〃 Some one came fumbling in and switched on the light。 〃Careless houndtold him to be careful never even put the robe on the rail where it belongsand then they howl about the way they're treated！ Want more wages don't earn what they do get〃
Bud； twisting his head； saw a pair of slippered feet beside the running board。 The owner of the slippers was folding the robe and laying it over the rail； and grumbling to himself all the while。 〃Have to come out in the raindaren't trust him an inch just like him to go off and leave the door unlocked〃 With a last grunt or two the mumbling ceased。 The light was switched off； and Bud heard the doors pulled shut； and the rattle of the padlock and chain。 He waited another minute and crawled out。
〃Might have told me there was a father…in…law in the outfit；〃 he grumbled to himself。 〃Big a butt…in as Marie's mother； at that。 Huh。 Never saw my suit case； never noticed the different numbers； never got next to the chainshuh！ Regular old he…hen； and I sure don't blame Foster for wanting to tie a can to the bunch。〃
Very cautiously he turned his flashlight on the face of the automobile clock。 The hour hand stood a little past ten； and Bud decided he had better go。 He would have to fill the gas tank； and get more oil； and he wanted to test the air in his tires。 No stops after they started； said Foster； Bud had set his heart on showing Foster something in the way of getting a car over the road。
Father…in…law would holler if he heard the car； but Bud did not intend that father…in…law should hear it。 He would much rather run the gauntlet of that driveway then wait in the dark any longer。 He remembered the slope down to the street； and grinned contentedly。 He would give father…in…law a chance to throw a fit； next morning。
He set his suit case in the tonneau； went out of the little door； edged around to the front and very； very cautiously he unlocked the big doors and set them open。 He went in and felt the front wheels； judged that they were set straight； felt around the interior until his fingers touched a block of wood and stepped off the approximate length of the car in front of the garage； allowing for the swing of the doors； and placed the block there。 Then he went back； eased off the emergency brake； grabbed a good handhold and strained forward。
The chains hindered； but the floor sloped to the front a trifle； which helped。 In a moment he had the satisfaction of feeling the big car give； then roll slowly ahead。 The front wheels dipped down over the threshold； and Bud stepped upon the running board； took the wheel； and by instinct more than by sight guided her through the doorway without a scratch。 She rolled forward like a black shadow until a wheel jarred against the block； whereupon he set the emergency brake and got off； breathing free once more。 He picked up the block and carried it back； quietly closed the big doors and locked them； taking time to do it silently。 Then； in a glow of satisfaction with his work； he climbed slowly into the car； settled down luxuriously in the driver's seat； eased off the brake； and with a little lurch of his body forward started the car rolling down the driveway。
There was a risk； of course； in coasting out on to the street with no lights； but he took it cheerfully； planning to dodge if he saw the lights of another car coming。 It pleased him to remember that the street inclined toward the bay。 He rolled past the house without a betraying sound； dipped over the curb to the asphalt； swung the car townward； and coasted nearly half a block with the ignition switch on before he pushed up the throttle； let in his clutch； and got the answering chug…chug of the engine。 With the lights on full he went purring down the street in the misty fog； pleased with himself and his mission。
CHAPTER FOUR。 HEAD SOUTH AND KEEP GOING
At a lunch wagon down near the water front； Bud stopped and bought two 〃hot dog〃 sandwiches and a mug of hot coffee boiled with milk in it and sweetened with three cubes of sugar。 〃O…oh； boy！〃 he ejaculated gleefully when he set his teeth into biscuit and hot hamburger。 Leaning back luxuriously in the big car； he ate and drank until he could eat and drink no more。 Then； with a bag of bananas on the seat beside him； he drove on down to the mole； searching through the drizzle for the big gum sign which Foster had named。 Just even with the coughing engine of a waiting through train he saw it； and backed in against the curb； pointing the car's radiator toward the mainland。 He had still half an hour to wait； and he buttoned on the curtains of the car； since a wind from across the bay was sending the drizzle slantwise； moreover it occurred to him that Foster would not object to the concealment while they were passing through Oakland。 Then he listlessly ate a banana while he waited。
The hoarse siren of a ferryboat bellowed through the murk。 Bud started the engine； throttled it down to his liking； and left it to warm up for the flight。 He ate another banana； thinking lazily that he wished he owned this car。 For the first time in many a day his mind was not filled and boiling over with his trouble。 Marie and all the bitterness she had come to mean to him receded into the misty background of his mind and hovered there； an indistinct memory of something painful in his life。
A street car slipped past； bobbing down the track like a duck sailing over ripples。 A local train clanged down to the depot and stood jangling its bell while it disgorged passengers for the last boat to the City whose wall of stars was hidden behind the drizzle and the clinging fog。 People came straggling down the sidewalknot many； for few had business with the front end of the waiting trains。 Bud pushed the throttle up a little。 His fingers dropped down to the gear lever； his foot snuggled against the clutch pedal。
Feet came hurrying。 Two voices mumbled together。 〃Here he is；〃 said one。 〃That's the number I gave him。〃 Bud felt some one step hurriedly upon the running board。 The tonneau door was yanked open。 A man puffed audibly behind him。 〃Yuh ready？〃 Foster's voice hissed in Bud's ear。
〃R'aring to go。〃 Bud heard the second man get in and shut the door； and he jerked the gear lever into low。 His foot came gently back with the clutch； and the car slid out and away。
Foster settled back on the cushions with a sigh。 The other man was fumbling the side curtains； swearing under his breath when his fingers bungled the fastenings。
〃Everything all ready？〃 Foster's voice was strident with anxiety。
〃Sure thing。〃
〃Well； head southany road you know best。 And keep going； till I tell you to stop。 How's the oil and gas？〃
〃Full up。 Gas enough for three hundred miles。 Extra gallon of oil in the car。 What d'yah wantthe speed limit through town？〃
〃Nah。 Side streets； if you know any。 They might get quick action and telephone ahead。〃
〃Leave it to me； brother。〃
Bud did not know for sure； never having been pursued； but it seemed to him that a straightaway course down a main street where other cars were scudding homeward would be the safest route； because the simplest。 He did not want any side streets in his； he decidedand maybe run into a mess of street…improvement litter； and have to back trail around it。 He held the car to a hurry…home pace that was well within the law； and worked into the direct route to Hayward。 He sensed that either Foster or his friend turned frequently to look back through the square celluloid window； but he did not pay much attention to them； for the streets were greasy with wet； and not all drivers would equip with four skid chains。 Keeping sharp lookout for skidding cars and unexpected pedestrians and street…car crossings and the like fully occupied Bud。
For all that； an occasional mutter came unheeded to his ears； the closed curtains preserving articulate sounds like room walls。
〃He's all right；〃 he heard Foster whisper once。 〃Better than if he was in on it。〃 He did not know that Foster was speaking of him。
〃if he gets next；〃 the friend mumbled。
〃Ah； quit your worrying；〃 Foster grunted。 〃The trick's turned； that's something。〃
Bud was under the impression that they were talking about father…in…law； who had called Foster a careless hound； but whether they were or not concerned him so little that his own thoughts never flagged in their shuttle…weaving through his mind。 The mechanics of handling the big car and getting the best speed out of her with the least effort and risk； the tearing away of the last link of his past happiness and his grief； the feeling that this night was the real parting between him and Marie； the real stepping out into the future； the future itself； blank beyond the end of this trip； these were quite enough to hold Bud oblivious to the conversation of strangers。
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 win