When he stepped back into
the car and drove off through the night she stood for some time
looking after him.
Blaze Jones had insisted that Dave live at his house, and the
Ranger had accepted the invitation; but as it was late when the
latter arrived at Jonesville, he went to the hotel for a few
hours' rest. When he drove his borrowed machine up to the Jones
house, about breakfast-time, both Blaze and Paloma were delighted
to see him.
"Say, now! What you doing rolling around in a gasoline go-devil?"
the elder man inquired, and Law was forced to explain.
"Why, Mrs. Austin must have experienced a change of heart!"
exclaimed Paloma. "She never gave anybody a lift before."
Blaze agreed. "She's sure poisonous to strangers." Then he looked
over the car critically. "These automobiles are all right, but
whenever I want to go somewhere and get back I take a team of hay-
burners. Mules don't puncture. The first automobile Paloma had
nearly scared me to death. On the road to Brownsville there used
to be a person who didn't like me--we'd had a considerable
unpleasantness, in fact. One day Paloma and I were lickety-
splittin' along past his place when we had a blow-out.
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