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The explosions of the motor played a tattoo on the dusty road. "I'm going to turn here!" cried Cora as she swung around a corner. "Look out!" Paul needed no warning, for he was an expert autoist. The machine skidded a bit and tilted somewhat, but was soon flying down the straight, level stretch. "I cannot understand why Sid Wilcox wants to run in a cross-country race and for nothing," said Cora.
There was nothing in her eyes except the earnestness of a scrutiny which was satisfying curiosity. When the work was done the owner offered money. Farr refused with curt decisiveness. "Well, have a drink?" invited the debtor. "I do not use liquor." The autoist emptied his cigar-case into his hand and offered the cigars to Farr, who had just tugged on his coat. "I do not smoke, sir."
He hurriedly explained the situation to the others and ran at top speed to the car, in which the boys like most careful motorists, who never know when such a piece of apparatus may come in useful for hauling a car out of mud or sand, for instance, or for towing an unlucky autoist home had a block and tackle stowed.
"If it isn't the Bobbsey family twins and all! What are you doing here, Mr. Bobbsey?" "Why, it's Mr. Blake!" exclaimed Mr. Bobbsey, seeing that the autoist was a neighbor, and a business friend of his. "Oh, our train was held back by a circus wreck, so we walked across the lots to the car. We're homeward bound from the seashore." "Well, well! A circus wreck, eh? Where did you get the dog?"
Down it could be seen the headlight of an approaching trolley, and also the twin lamps of an oncoming automobile. "Look out for the auto, children!" cried Mrs. Bobbsey. They stood at the side of the road, and as the auto came up the man in it slowed down his machine. It was a big car and he was alone in it. "Well, I declare!" exclaimed the autoist, as his engine stopped.
He was employed by the Film Theatrical Company, to make its moving pictures. The boys jumped at the chance. Before the little country drama was over, however, an accident occurred, in full view of the moving picture camera. Mrs. Betty Randolph, a wealthy Southern lady, was run into, while riding in her carriage, by a reckless autoist. Mrs.
I've got a horse." "You? Where is it?" demanded the autoist doubtfully. "In the bushes, back here a piece. What'll you give me to pull you in?" "I'll give you five dollars," announced the driver eagerly. "But be quick about it." Tad rose slowly and stretched himself. "I'll do it for two," he announced, to the surprise and amusement of the occupants of the car.
The perils of taking views in a great city, at fires, elevated railroad accidents, burning vessels, of divers at work, in making educational films all this is told. Eventually, while making scenes at a thrilling balloon ascension, Joe and Blake discovered the reckless autoist and gave chase in a car.
Down it could be seen the headlight of an approaching trolley, and also the twin lamps of an oncoming automobile. "Look out for the auto, children!" cried Mrs. Bobbsey. They stood at the side of the road, and as the auto came up the man in it slowed down his machine. It was a big car and he was alone in it. "Well, I declare!" exclaimed the autoist, as his engine stopped.
"I'll wager fifty dollars I can beat you bad on this three-mile stretch," went on the autoist. "How about it?" "I'll race you, but I don't bet," answered Tom, a bit stiffly. "Oh, be a sport," urged the man. Tom shook his head. He had slowed down his machine, and was running even with the gasolene car now. He noticed that it was a new one, of six cylinders, and looked speedy.
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