"Hey, Jack! _u_ had some time, all right--you and that brown-eyed queen that danced like Mrs.Castle.

Um-um! Floatin' round with your arms full of sunshine--oh, you thought you was puttin' something over on the rest of us--what ?" "Cut it out!" Jack retorted, flinging the words over his shoulder.
"Don't talk to me.

Road's flopping around like a snake with its head cut off--" He laughed apologetically, his eyes staring straight ahead over the lowered windshield.
"Aw, step on her, Jack! Show some class, boy--show some class! Good old boat! If you're too stewed to drive 'er, _e_ knows the way home.
Say, Jackie, if this old car could talk, wouldn't momma get an ear-full on Monday, hey?
What if she--" "Cut it _out_--or I'll throw you out!" came back over Jack's shirt-clad shoulder.

He at least had the wit to use what little sense he had in driving the car, and he had plenty of reason to believe that he could carry out his threat, even if the boulevard did heave itself up at him like the writhings of a great snake.

If his head was not fit for the job, his trained muscles would still drive with automatic precision.