Oblige me now by getting out....

And make it snappy!" The driver did as directed.

Gray pocketed the automatic, slipped in behind the steering wheel, and drove away into the night, followed by loud and earnest objurgations.
He was still smiling cheerfully when, a mile farther on, he brought the car to a stop and clambered out.

Passing forward into the illumination of the headlights, he busied himself there for several moments before resuming his journey.
For the first time in a long while Calvin Gray was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Here was an enterprise with all the possibilities of a first-class adventure, and of the sort, moreover, that he was peculiarly qualified to cope with.