Get in. I'm going your way," said Mr. Blithers
beamingly.
"I mean a moment ago, when you shouted 'Look where you are going,'"
said Robin, an angry gleam in his eye.
Mr. Blithers looked positively dumbfounded. "Good Heavens, no!" he
cried. "I was speaking to the chauffeur." (Jackson's back seemed to
stiffen a little.) "I've told him a thousand times to be careful
about running up on people like that. Now this is the last time I'll
warn you, Jackson. The next time you go. Understand? Just because you
happen to be driving for me doesn't signify that you can run over
people who--"
"It's all right, Mr. Blithers," interrupted Robin, with his fine
smile. "No harm done. I'll walk if you don't mind. Out for a bit of
exercise, you know. Thank you just the same."
"Where are you bound for?" asked Mr. Blithers.
"I don't know. I ramble where my fancy leads me."
"I guess I'll get out and stroll along with you. God knows I need
more exercise than I get. Is it agreeable?" He was on the ground by
this time. Without waiting for an answer, he directed Jackson to run
on to Red Roof and wait for him.
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