Part 12 (2/2)
”No, sir, I have not!”
”All right, boss. No bad feelin's!”
Then he ignored Mr. Boltwood. His eyes focused on Claire's face. To steady himself on the running-board he had placed his left hand on the side of the car, his right on the back of the seat. That right hand slid behind her. She could feel its warmth on her back.
She burst out, flaring, ”Kindly do not touch me!”
”Gee, did I touch you, girlie? Why, that's a shame!” he drawled, his cracked broad lips turning up in a grin.
An instant later, as they skipped round a bend of the long, high-hung shelf road, he pretended to sway dangerously on the running-board, and deliberately laid his filthy hand on her shoulder. Before she could say anything he yelped in mock-regret, ”Love o' Mike! 'Scuse me, lady. I almost fell off.”
Quietly, seriously, Claire said, ”No, that wasn't accidental. If you touch me again, I'll stop the car and ask you to walk.”
”Better do it now, dolly!” snapped Mr. Boltwood.
The man hooked his left arm about the side-post of the open window-s.h.i.+eld. It was a strong arm, a firm grip. He seized her left wrist with his free hand. Though all the while his eyes grotesquely kept their amused sparkle, and beside them writhed laughter-wrinkles, he shouted hoa.r.s.ely, ”You'll stop h.e.l.l!” His hand slid from her wrist to the steering wheel. ”I can drive this boat's well as you can. You make one move to stop, and I steer her over---- Blooie! Down the bank!”
He did twist the front wheels dangerously near to the outer edge of the shelf road. Mr. Boltwood gazed at the hand on the wheel. With a quick breath Claire looked at the side of the road. If the car ran off, it would shoot down forty feet ... turning over and over.
”Y-you wouldn't dare, because you'd g-go, too!” she panted.
”Well, dearuh, you just try any monkey business and you'll find out how much I'll gggggggo-too! I'll start you down the joy-slope and jump off, savvy? Take your foot off that clutch.”
She obeyed.
”Pretty lil feet, ain't they, cutie! Shoes cost about twelve bucks, I reckon. While a better man than you or old moldy-face there has to hit the pike in three-dollar brogans. Sit down, yuh fool!”
This last to Mr. Boltwood, who had stood up, swaying with the car, and struck at him. With a huge arm the man swept Mr. Boltwood back into the seat, but without a word to her father, he continued to Claire:
”And keep your hand where it belongs. Don't go trying to touch that switch. Aw, be sensible! What would you do if the car did stop? I could blackjack you both before this swell-elegant vehickle lost momentum, savvy? I don't want to pay out my good money to a lawyer on a charge of--murder. Get me? Better take it easy and not worry.” His hand was constantly on the wheel. He had driven cars before. He was steering as much as she. ”When I get you up the road a piece I'm going to drive all the cute lil boys and girls up a side trail, and take all of papa's gosh-what-a-wad in the cunnin' potet-book, and I guess we'll kiss lil daughter, and drive on, a-wavin' our hand politely, and let you suckers walk to the next burg.”
”You wouldn't dare! You wouldn't dare!”
”Dare? Huh! Don't make the driver laugh!”
”I'll get help!”
”Yep. Sure. Fact, there's a car comin' toward us. 'Bout a mile away I'd make it, wouldn't you? Well, dollface, if you make one peep--over the bank you go, both of you dead as a couplin'-pin. Smeared all over those rocks. Get me? And me--I'll be sorry the regrettable accident was so naughty and went and happened--and I just got off in time meself. And I'll pinch papa's poke while I'm helping get out the bodies!”
Till now she hadn't believed it. But she dared not glance at the approaching car. It was their interesting guest who steered the Gomez past the other; and he ran rather too near the edge of the road ... so that she looked over, down.
Beaming, he went on, ”I'd pull the rough stuff right here, instead of wastin' my time as a cap'n of industry by taking you up to see the scenery in that daisy little gully off the road; but the whole world can see us along here--the hicks in the valley and anybody that happens to sneak along in a car behind us. Shame the way this road curves--see too far along it. Fact, you're giving me a lot of trouble. But you'll give me a kiss, won't you, Gwendolyn?”
He bent down, chuckling. She could feel his bristly chin touch her cheek. She sprang up, struck at him. He raised his hand from the wheel.
For a second the car ran without control. He jabbed her back into the seat with his elbow. ”Don't try any more monkey-s.h.i.+nes, if you know what's good for you,” he said, quite peacefully, as he resumed steering.
She was in a haze, conscious only of her father's hand fondling hers.
She heard a quick pit-pit-pit-pit behind them. Car going to pa.s.s? She'd have to let it go by. She'd concentrate on finding something she could----
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