"What for!" she echoed, her mouth quivering into pathetic droops. "For rest, of course. You may be used to this kind of locomotion, but I'm not very well upholstered, and I'm shaken to bits. Fact is, I'm just all pegged out, old man. Have a heart, and stop for repairs. What's your rush, anyway? I can't get loose hereabouts, and I haven't anywhere to go, anyhow. Didn't mind getting 'took' at all, at all. How many more miles is it to the end of your trail? This is a trail, isn't it?" "A great many miles," he replied, "and it was on your account more than any other that I was hurrying to get to the--" "Jail," she answered supinely, as he hesitated. "No," he said grimly. "I was going to take you home--for to-night, anyway." "Home! Oh, how you startle me! I didn't know there was any of those home-stuff places left except in the movies. I never was much stuck on home, so you needn't be afraid to call it 'jail' for fear of hurting my feelings." "You can't work on my sympathy that way," he said coldly. "Dear me!" she replied with a silly, little giggle. "I gave up trying to work the sympathy racket long ago. Everyone's too smart nowadays. Honest, I've no longings for home. I feel sorry for anyone who's tied down to one. Why don't you kick over the traces and come off your trail and see what's on the other side of your hills? I'd hate to take root here. Say, Mr. Sheriff Man, you look a good sort, even if you have played you were deaf and dumb for the whole of this awful ride. Let's sidetrack the trail and go--home--by moonlight." His eyes remained rigid and relentless, but there was a slight twitching of his strongest feature, the wide, mobile mouth. He looked at his watch. "We can wait for a few minutes," he said in a matter of fact voice. "Please, may I get out and stretch?" she asked pleadingly. Taking silence for consent, she climbed out of the car. "Do you want a drink?" he asked, as he poured some water from an improvised Thermos bottle into a traveling cup. "Thanks for those first kind words," she exclaimed, taking the cup from him and drinking eagerly. "Why didn't you say you were thirsty?" he asked in a resentful tone, without looking at her. He had, in fact, studiously refrained from looking at her throughout the journey. "I'm not used to asking for anything," she answered with a chuckle. "I take what comes my way. 'Taking' is your job, too, isn't it?" "To hell with my job!" he broke out fiercely. "I'd never have taken it if I knew it meant this." "It's your own fault," she retorted. "It wouldn't have been 'this' if you hadn't been so grouchy. We could have had a chummy little gabfest, if you hadn't been bunging holes in the landscape with your lamps all the way." He made no response but began to examine the workings of his car. "Does the county furnish it to you?" she asked. "It doesn't seem as if you'd pick out anything like this. Was it 'Made in America?' Funny outfit for a cowboy country, anyway."