"Oh, the machine gun," said Blossom. "God help you! Rotten old boat! Where's Hickey?" "I'd be glad to know that myself." "Owes me half a dollar," said Blossom. "Have you seen my friend that brought her in?" asked Greg anxiously, "young boy?" Blossom shook his head. "He woke me up backin' and fillin', tryin' to snake her in. I knew it was a green hand bringin' in the machine gun. I cursed him, but I didn't get up. Us fellows gets little enough sleep. He was a determined cuss all right; stuck at it till he got her in." Watching Greg's handy way with the tires Blossom said: "You're not so new." "First time I've been on my own," said Greg, wishing to convey that he had long been a chauffeur for others. "You made a mistake," said Blossom dejectedly. "Rotten life! Look at me. You're tormented night and day not knowing how you're going to come out. As soon as you get square something breaks on you and there's another repair bill. Give me another man's car under me and my pay Saturday night." "Oh well, there's the independence of it," said Greg. "To Hell with Independence! Independence don't pay no repair bills!" When the tires were fixed Blossom desired to borrow a pump. As he got it from under his front seat Greg saw what had escaped his notice before, a little label pasted on his wind-shield on a line level with the eyes of any one who should sit at the wheel. On it was written in bold characters: "Seek and ye shall find." Greg grinned to himself in high satisfaction. She had her wits about her! Handing over the pump to Blossom, he returned to his car and proceeded to make a thorough search. Tucked behind the back seat he found a small hard object wrapped in a bit of paper. The paper opened in his hand, and his astonished eyes beheld a beautiful platinum corsage pin set with a dozen gleaming diamonds. Workmanship and stones were of the finest; a glance told him it was worth hundreds of dollars. There was more writing on the inside of this paper. "This is for necessary expenses. Pawn it. I'm going back to the hotel." An exclamation from Blossom caused Greg to look up. He dropped the pin in his pocket. Another man had entered the taxi yard. Greg's attention was first caught by the suit he wore. It had a strangely familiar look. It was one of his own! The wearer was no other than Hickey Meech. "Well, I'm damned!" said Greg involuntarily. CHAPTER VI GREG'S RIVAL The nine hours had worked a great change in Hickey. Gone was the dashing air; he drooped in every line of his loose clothes. But he was still grinning. It was a shamefaced, impudent and appealing grin that he bent on Greg. "H'are yeh?" he said, sidling towards him. Greg hardened himself against the grin. "By God, you have a cheek!" said he. Hickey jerked his head towards the flivver. "What have you done with--you know--It?" he asked in a hoarse whisper. "It's disposed of," said Greg grimly.