"
"What are you goin' to do?"
"Nothing. That's the trouble. You can't do anything without
gasoline. I am thinking of letting some of my passengers go ahead
and get enough to carry us into the town. Do you know how far it
is to Rome?"
"Must be about three mile."
"That wouldn't be very much of a walk," said Fred glibly.
For some unexplained reason his courage now had returned and he
stood in less fear of his rough and noisy guests.
"What are you goin' to do?" again demanded the leader.
"There isn't anything I can do," retorted Fred sharply, "unless
some of you will go ahead and get some gasoline."
"That's right, Jim," spoke up one of his companions. "We'll go
and get his gasoline. Tell him to give us four dollars and we'll
get a good supply."
"That's right," spoke up Jim quickly. "We can't get gasoline
without some money."
"Oh, one of us will go along and pay the bills," spoke up John,
who up to this point had taken no part in the conversation.
"How much money you got?"
"I guess we have got just enough to buy fifteen gallons of
gasoline."
"All right, then, give it to us and we'll get the gasoline for
you."
"I told you that we shan't give you the money," said John. "We'll
go with you. Perhaps we can get a ride on a canal-boat or
something."
"You won't save much time that way," retorted Jim. "The only
thing to do is to let us have the money and save yourselves a lot
of trouble.
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