Foster, he thought, must certainly be scared of his wife, if he daren't show himself in this little rube town.

For the first time Bud had a vagrant suspicion that Foster had not told quite all there was to tell about this trip.

Bud wondered now if Foster was not going to meet a "Jane" somewhere in the South.

That terrifying Mann Act would account for his caution much better than would the business deal of which Foster had hinted.
Of course, Bud told himself while the waiter refilled his coffee cup, it was none of his business what Foster had up his sleeve.

He wanted to get somewhere quickly and quietly, and Bud was getting him there.