The Streak, of course, could not move under its own
power for more than a short distance, as the water had all leaked
out of the radiator, and, there being none to cool the cylinders, to
operate it was to invite disaster. Jack and Bess had alighted from
the Get There. Jack was very angry.
"Nice way to race!" he exclaimed. "I've got a good mind to--do
something to you, Sid Wilcox!"
"Oh, you have, eh?" sneered Sid. "Well, I don't know but what I
might like to take it out of you for your sister cutting so close
across my course. I guess I'm the one to get mad,"
"You sneak! She did nothing of the sort!" cried Jack.
"Oh, Jack! Please don't!" begged his sister. "If it was my fault,
I'm ready to apologize."
"Your fault!" exclaimed Walter. "It wasn't your fault at all. It
was--er--well, Sid and Ida were to blame."
"That's the way it looked to me," declared Cora.
Ida stared at Jack's sister for a moment, and then, with an open
sneer on her face, turned deliberately away.
"Oh, I'm so glad we escaped, anyhow!" ejaculated Mary Downes. Her
voice attracted Sid's attention. He had not noticed the little work
girl before. At first he appeared to scowl, and then he smiled most
pleasantly.
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