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"Let's stop at the next shady place we come to," says she. "Oh, bother!" says Barry. "Just when Adelbaran is striking his best pace. Why not take our nourishment on the fly?" So she gets out the sandwiches and the thermos bottle and we take it that way.
And sure enough the young gent drivin' has a sketchy mustache and baby blue eyes. "What ho!" he sings out cheerful. "Torchy, isn't it? Sorry if we've kept you waiting, but Adelbaran wasn't performing quite as well as usual this morning. Stow your bag on the fender and climb in." "In where?" says I, glancin' at the single seat. "Oh, really there's plenty of room for three," says the young lady.
"Now, Ann, it's nearly time for you to be saying a few kind words to Adelbaran and me." "I'll be thinking them up," says Ann. Perhaps she did. I can't say. For it was somewhere in the middle of the second or third hill after this that the little roadster began to splutter and cough like it had swallowed a monkey wrench.
"And for fear Barry will forget to mention it, I am Miss McLeod. He persuaded me at the last minute to come with him in this crazy machine." "Oh, I say, Ann!" protests Barry. "Not so rough, please. You've no notion how sensitive Adelbaran is to unkind criticism. Besides, he's brought us safely so far, hasn't he?" Ann shrugs her shoulders and moves over to make room for me.
"Of course no car could run this far without gas." "You don't know Adelbaran," says Barry. "He's quite used to running without things. I've trained him to do it." "Barry, this is no time to be funny," says she. "Now you take the left side going back. I'll bet you overlooked it."
"Come, come now, Adelbaran!" says Barry coaxin'. "Don't go misbehaving at this late hour. Remember the women singing in the tents, the palm waving over the " "Barry," says Ann, "something has gone wrong with your engine." "Say not so," says Barry, steppin' on the accelerator careless. "But I'm sure!" says Ann. "There!" With a final cough the thing has quit cold.
"Poor boy!" says Miss McLeod, hookin' her arm into his. "Don't mind. I think you were perfectly splendid about it." "By Jove, though! Do you?" says he. "Would would you risk another ride with me, Ann? I know Adelbaran didn't show up very well but " "But your disposition did," cuts in Ann.
All Barry can seem to do though is to jiggle the spark and look surprised. "Why why, that's odd!" says he. "Yes, but sitting here isn't going to help," says Miss McLeod. "Get out and see what's happened. Come on." And while she's liftin' the hood and pawin' around among the wires and things, with Barry lookin' on puzzled and helpless, I sort of wanders about inspectin' Adelbaran curious.
"If you can make another fifty miles in it I shall almost believe in miracles," says she. "And in me too, I trust," says Barry. "Hearest thou, Adelbaran? Then on, on, pride of the desert! The women are singing in the tents and and all that sort of thing. Ho, ho! for the roaring road!" He's some classy little driver, Barry.
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