"There you are, you young Pill you!" was Pat's greeting, "What kinduva
time is this 'ere to be coming along to your expensive job? I said
_eight!_"

"Oh," said Billy with a shrug and jumped to his wheel again, "Then I
guess I'll be going back. Good night!"

"Here! Wait up there, you young devil! You come mighty nigh dishing the
whole outfit, but now you're here, you'll earn your ten bucks I was
fool enough to give you, but nothing more, do you hear that?" and the
man leered into his freckled young face with an ugly gun in his hand.

Billy eyed the gun calmly. He had seen guns before. Moreover he didn't
believe the man had the nerve to shoot. He wasn't quite so sure of the
two dark shadows in the bushes below, but it was well to be on the safe
side.

"Keep yer shirt on," said Billy impertinently, "and save yer powder.
You don't want the whole nation to know about this little affair of
ours do you _Pat?_"

The wide one glared.

"Well, you better not have anything like shooting going on, fer I've
got some friends back here a little way waiting to joy ride back with
me when my work's over. They might get funny if they heard a gun and
come too soon."

"You little devil, you! I mighta known you'd give it away--!" he began,