Then, climbing wearily back to the driver's seat, he picked up the lines, released the brake, and started on.
Mary V gave the stage no further attention.

She was wondering what in the world Johnny Jewel wanted with three whole cases of coal oil--if that was what the boxes contained.

Mary V was not, of course, disposed to stand long on a hill and wonder.

The stage was not out of sight before she was riding down the ridge.
"Gasoline!" she ejaculated, kicking a box tentatively with a booted foot.
"For gracious sake, what does that boy want with five--ten--with _thirty_ gallons of gas?
Why that's enough to drive a car from here to Yuma, just about.

Surely to goodness Johnny hasn't--" Tango lifted his head, pointed both ears forward and nickered a languid howdy to another horse.