"Well, I guess that will hold," remarked Walter as he put the last
knot in the rope.
"Here comes Ed Foster!" suddenly exclaimed Jack as the puffing of an
auto was heard and a machine came in sight. "Now I guess we're all
here. Hello, Ed!"
"Hello, yourself," replied Ed. "Well, what's up now? Somebody
turned turtle?"
"No, but somebody's turned--" began Jack, on the point of saying
something uncomplimentary about Sid, but Cora interrupted him.
"We had a race, and this is how I--that is, we--won it," she said
with a laugh.
Ed stepped out of his car and walked to where Sid's silent machine
stood.
"Radiator, eh?" he questioned. "A bad break."
"That's what. Cora collided with me--but it was partly my fault,"
added Sid quickly for jack's benefit.
"And look at my nice, new mud guard," spoke Cora. "See how it hangs
down, like a dog's broken leg. Isn't it a shame? I guess we'll have
to tear it off, so we can run."
"Let me look at it," suggested Ed. "Maybe I can spring it back into
place."
"I never thought of that,"--remarked Walter.
Ed was searching in his tool-box, and presently drew out some strong
string.
"I never go without a bit of cord, a knife and some pins for just
such emergencies as these," he said with a laugh.
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