It's not right of Sid.
But--speaking of angels--there he is now."
Jack's runabout, called the Get There, had been climbing the hill
back of the Whirlwind, and both machines were now on a level stretch
of road and approaching Fisher's store--an "emporium," as the sign
called it, and a place where one could get anything from a watch to
a shoestring, if old Jared Fisher only knew that it was wanted
before he went to town.
It so happened, however, by some strange intervention of providence,
that he never did know in time. But, at any rate, you could always
get soda water--the kind that comes in the "push-in-the-cork
bottles," and that was something.
As the two autos drew up, the occupants beheld, standing on the
steps of the store, Sidney Wilcox and Ida Giles. Jack halted his car
behind the Whirlwind.
"Hello there!" called out Ed. "Seems to me I'm bound to meet all my
friends to-day. How are you, Sid?"
Ed leaped from Jack's car and up the steps to greet Sid.
"Oh, I'm so-so," was the rather drawling answer. "But what's the
matter with you? Been clamming?"
"Not exactly," replied Ed, glancing down at the mud spots; "but I
caught something, just the same."
"So I see," responded Sid, chuckling at his wit.
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