Just even with the coughing engine of a waiting through train he saw it, and backed in against the curb, pointing the car's radiator toward the mainland.

He had still half an hour to wait, and he buttoned on the curtains of the car, since a wind from across the bay was sending the drizzle slantwise; moreover it occurred to him that Foster would not object to the concealment while they were passing through Oakland.

Then he listlessly ate a banana while he waited.
The hoarse siren of a ferryboat bellowed through the murk.

Bud started the engine, throttled it down to his liking, and left it to warm up for the flight.

He ate another banana, thinking lazily that he wished he owned this car.