He was leaning forward, gazing at the car with positively an enraptured expression on his eager young face.
"Shades of Jehu!" he cried.

"It's a Bear Cat!" Linda felt around her head for the grease cup.
"Why, sure it's a Bear Cat," she said with the calmness of complete recovery.

"And it's just about ready to start for its very own cave in the canyon." Donald Whiting pitched his hat upon the seat, shook off his coat, and sent it flying after the hat.

Then he began unbuttoning and turning back his sleeves.
"Here, let me do that," he said authoritatively.

"Gee! I have never yet ridden in a Bear Cat.