" Oh yes, man, dear God, yes, yes! " Suddenly he stopped the car and collapsed. I turned and saw him huddled in the corner of the seat, sleeping. His face was down on his good hand, and the bandaged hand automatically and dutifully remained in the air.
The people in the back seat sighed with relief. I heard them -whispering mutiny. " We can’t let him drive any more, he’s absolutely crazy, they must have let him out of an asylum or something. "
I rose to Dean’s defense and leaned back to talk to them. " He’s not crazy, he’ll be all right, and don’t worry about his driving, he’s the best in the world. "
" I just can’t stand it, " said the girl in a suppressed, hysterical whisper. I sat back and enjoyed nightfall on the desert and waited for poor child Angel Dean to wake up again. We wer
