"Any damage done?" he called out as soon as he saw them. He
appeared very anxious.
"None, but it was a narrow squeak," answered Ed.
"Where's Jack?" asked Cora.
"We took him home."
"Oh, is he--is he badly hurt?"
"No; only a sprained leg, I believe, and some bruises. The doctor
is there."
"How did it happen?" asked Cora quickly.
"Why, Jack brought his machine to the garage to have a little
repairing done. I had finished it, and he and I were in the office
talking, when a fellow named Lem Gildy came along and threw in the
clutch, starting the car off.'
"Jack saw him do it and ran out, trying to stop his runabout, but he
wasn't quick enough, and was knocked down. I hurried out to pick him
up, and I forgot all about the runaway car until I had taken Jack
home. There was considerable excitement, as there was a brand-new
car, a very expensive one, belonging to the Blends, in front of our
garage, and the runabout nearly crashed into it. If it had, the new
machine would have been wrecked."
"And what became of Lem Gildy?" asked Ed.
"Oh, he sneaked off, after whining out that he didn't mean any harm.
But I think he did. He's a suspicious character."
"Hurry home. I want to see Jack," begged Cora.
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