"Go?" She was astonished. "Why?"
"Just go!" He grabbed her hand. "Come on! The car's outside."
"Why, Bill Willet," Lora said. "You're jealous!"
"Who is this guy?" Bill said. "Do you know anything about him? Look at
him, his beard--"
She flared. "So what? Just because he doesn't drive a Packard and go to
Cooper High!"
Conger sized the boy up. He was big--big and strong. Probably he was
part of some civil control organization.
"Sorry," Conger said. "I'll go."
"What's your business in town?" Bill asked. "What are you doing here?
Why are you hanging around Lora?"