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ition。 Which went far toward proving that the crime had been carefully planned in advance。 Furthermore； the article stated with some assurance that trusted employees were involved。
Bud also had glanced at the news items of less importance； and had been startled enoughyet not so much surprised as he would have been a few hours earlierto read； under the caption： DARING THIEF STEALS COSTLY CAR； to learn that a certain rich man of Oakland had lost his new automobile。 The address of the bereaved man had been given； and Bud's heart had given a flop when he read it。 The details of the theft had not been told； but Bud never noticed their absence。 His memory supplied all that for him with sufficient vividness。
He rolled a cigarette； lighted it； and with the paper stuffed carelessly into his pocket he went to the car； climbed in； and drove on to the south； just as matter…of…factly as though he had not just then discovered that he； Bud Moore； had stolen a six… thousand…dollar automobile the night before。
CHAPTER FIVE。 BUD CANNOT PERFORM MIRACLES
They went on and on； through the rain and the wind； sometimes through the mud as well； where the roads were not paved。 Foster had almost pounced upon the newspaper when he discovered it in Bud's pocket as he climbed in； and Bud knew that the two read that feature article avidly。 But if they had any comments to make； they saved them for future privacy。 Beyond a few muttered sentences they were silent。
Bud did not care whether they talked or not。 They might have talked themselves hoarse； when it came to that； without changing his opinions or his attitude toward them。 He had started out the most unsuspecting of men； and now he was making up for it by suspecting Foster and Mert of being robbers and hypocrites and potential murderers。 He could readily imagine them shooting him in the back of the head while he drove； if that would suit their purpose； or if they thought that he suspected them。
He kept reviewing his performance in that garage。 Had he really intended to steal the car； he would not have had the nerve to take the chances he had taken。 He shivered when he recalled how he had slid under the car when the owner came in。 What if the man had seen him or heard him？ He would be in jail now； instead of splashing along the highway many miles to the south。 For that matter； he was likely to land in jail； anyway； before he was done with Foster； unless he did some pretty close figuring。 Wherefore he drove with one part of his brain； and with the other he figured upon how he was going to get out of the mess himself and land Foster and Mert deep in the middle of it。 For such was his vengeful desire。
After an hour or so； when his stomach began to hint that it was eating time for healthy men； he slowed down and turned his head toward the tonneau。 There they were； hunched down under the robe； their heeds drawn into their collars like two turtles half asleep on a mud bank。
〃Say； how about some lunch？〃 he demanded。 〃Maybe you fellows can get along on whisky and sandwiches； but I'm doing the work； and if you notice； I've been doing it for about twelve hours now without any let…up。 There's a town ahead here a ways〃
〃Drive around it； then；〃 growled Foster； lifting his chin to stare ahead through the fogged windshield。 〃We've got hot coffee here； and there's plenty to eat。 Enough for two meals。 How far have we come since we started？〃
〃Far enough to be called crazy if we go much farther without a square meal；〃 Bud snapped。 Then he glanced at the rumpled newspaper and added carelessly； 〃Anything new in the paper？〃
〃No！〃 Mert spoke up sharply。 〃Go on。 You're doing all right so fardon't spoil it by laying down on your job！〃
〃Sure； go on！〃 Foster urged。 〃We'll stop when we get away from this darn burg； and you can rest your legs a little while we eat。〃
Bud went on； straight through the middle of the town without stopping。 They scurried down a long； dismal lane toward a low… lying range of hills pertly wooded with bald patches of barren earth and rock。 Beyond were mountains which Bud guessed was the Tehachapi range。 Beyond them； he believed he would find desert and desertion。 He had never been over this road before； so he could no more than guess。 He knew that the ridge road led to Los Angeles； and he did not want anything of that road。 Too many travelers。 He swung into a decent…looking road that branched off to the left； wondering where it led； but not greatly caring。 He kept that road until they had climbed over a ridge or two and were in the mountains。 Soaked wilderness lay all about them； green in places where grass would grow； brushy in places； barren and scarred with outcropping ledges； pencilled with wire fences drawn up over high knolls。
In a sequestered spot where the road hugged close the concave outline of a bushy bluff； Bud slowed and turned out behind a fringe of bushes； and stopped。
〃This is safe enough；〃 he announced； 〃and my muscles are kinda crampy。 I'll tell the world that's been quite some spell of straight driving。〃
Mert grunted； but Foster was inclined to cheerfulness。 〃You're some driver； Bud。 I've got to hand it to you。〃
Bud grinned。 〃All right； I'll take ithalf of it； anyway； if you don't mind。 You must remember I don't know you fellows。 Most generally I collect half in advance； on a long trip like this。〃 Foster's eyes opened； but he reached obediently inside his coat。 Mert growled inaudible comments upon Bud's nerve。
〃Oh； we can't kick； Mert；〃 Foster smoothed him down diplomatically。 〃He's delivered the goods； so far。 And he certainly does know how to put a car over the road。 He don't know us； remember！〃
Mert grunted again and subsided。 Foster extracted a bank note from his bill…folder； which Bud observed had a prosperous plumpness； and held it out to Bud。
〃I guess fifty dollars won't hurt your feelings； will it； brother？ That's more than you'd charge for twice the trip； but we appreciate a tight mouth； and the hurry…up trip you've made of it； and all that It's special work； and we're willing to pay a special price。 See？〃
〃Sure。 But I only want half； right now。 Maybe；〃 he added with the lurking twinkle in his eyes； 〃I won't suit yuh quite so well the rest of the way。 I'll have to go b'…guess and b'…gosh from here on。 I've got some change left from what I bought for yuh this morning too。 Wait till I check up。〃
Very precisely he did so； and accepted enough from Foster to make up the amount to twenty…five dollars。 He was tempted to take more。 For one minute he even contemplated holding the two up and taking enough to salve his hurt pride and his endangered reputation。 But he did not do anything of the sort； of course； let's believe he was too honest to do it even in revenge for the scurvy trick they had played him。
He ate a generous lunch of sandwiches and dill pickles and a wedge of tasteless cocoanut cake； and drank half a pint or so of the hot； black coffee； and felt more cheerful。
〃Want to get down and stretch your legs？ I've got to take a look at the tires； anyway。 Thought she was riding like one was kinda flat； the last few miles。〃
They climbed out stiffly into the rain； stood around the car and stared at it and at Bud testing his tires； and walked off down the road for a little distance where they stood talking earnestly together。 From the corner of his eye Bud caught Mert tilting his head that way； and smiled to himself。 Of course they were talking about him！ Any fool would know that much。 Also they were discussing the best means of getting rid of him； or of saddling upon him the crime of stealing the car； or some other angle at which he touched their problem。
Under cover of testing the rear wheel farthest from them； he peeked into the tonneau and took a good look at the small traveling bag they had kept on the seat between them all the way。 He wished he daredBut they were coming back； as if they would not trust him too long alone with that bag。 He bent again to the tire； and when they climbed back into the curtained car he was getting the pump tubing out to pump up that particular tire a few pounds。
They did not pay much attention to him。 They seemed preoccupied and not too friendly with each other； Bud thought。 Their general air of gloom he could of course lay to the weather and the fact that they had been traveling for about fourteen hours without any rest； but there was something more than that in the atmosphere。 He thought they had disagreed； and that he was the subject of their disagreement。
He screwed down the valve cap； coiled the pump tube and stowed it away in the tool box； opened the gas tank； and looked in and right there he did something else； something that would have spelled disaster if either of them had seen him do it。 He spilled a handful of little round white objects like marbles into the tank before he screwed on the cap； and from his pocket he pulled a little paper box； crushed it in his hand； and threw it as far as he could into the bushes。 Then； whistling just above his breath； which was a habit with Bud when his work was going along pleasantly； he scraped the mud off his feet； climbed in； and drove on down the road。
The big car picked up speed on the down grade； racing along as though the s