Two voices mumbled together.

"Here he is," said one.
"That's the number I gave him." Bud felt some one step hurriedly upon the running board.

The tonneau door was yanked open.

A man puffed audibly behind him.

"Yuh ready ?" Foster's voice hissed in Bud's ear.
"R'aring to go." Bud heard the second man get in and shut the door, and he jerked the gear lever into low.