Where's the car?
Here ?" Bud sent a seeking look into the depths of the garage.

He knew every car in there.

"What is there in it for me ?" he added perfunctorily, because he would have gone just for sake of getting a free ride rather than stay in San Jose over night.
"There's good money in it, if you can drive with your mouth shut.

This isn't any booster parade.

Fact is--let's walk to the depot, while I tell you." He stepped out of the doorway, and Bud gloomily followed him.
"Little trouble with my wife," the man explained apologetically.