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Updated: May 10, 2025
"Going over to New City?" asked Sid, coming around from an inspection of the broken radiator. "Yes; I've some business over there, and as it's getting late I'll have to hurry. I'll bid you all good-by. Hope you get safely home." Ed jumped into his car, which he had quickly cranked up, and called a general farewell. "So long," answered Jack.
Don't want to wear out the welcome on the doormat, and I'm due in Seattle, and Say, Miss Boltwood." He swung out of the bug, cranked up, climbed back, went awkwardly on, "I read those books you gave me. They're slick mean to say, interesting.
She gave another order, whereupon the man who had cranked the machine took his place in it, and the crowd parted for them to pass. Jeffrey was amused and dashed. He couldn't leave her, nor could they sail away in Weedon's car. He put a hand on her arm. "See here, Madame Beattie," said he, "we can't do this. We must get out at the gate, at least."
'He is a teep indeed! she says. "I had to admit myself that Chester wasn't any self-starter. I saw he'd have to be cranked by an outsider if he was going to win a place of his own in the New Dawn. And I kept thinking wily, and the next P.M. when Nettie and I was downtown I got my hunch. You know that music store on Fourth Street across from the Boston Cash Emporium.
So far they had been unable to find a chauffeur, and Mr. Campbell himself had gone over all the machinery and put it in order. Billie cranked up, and, jumping into her old accustomed place, guided the motor car into the open. Komatsu came at a run from around the side of the house. He was so amazed at sight of Billie in the chauffeur's seat that he could not conceal his feelings.
Apart from any other trouble, Thornton did not like the prospect and, away from Helena now, his face was serious. He cranked the engine no result. He tried it again with equal futility then, going to the tool-box, he took out his electric flashlight, and, lifting the engine hood, began to peer into the machinery. Everything seemed all right.
It was of four lines, and surprisingly enough from old Mrs. Purdon, who asked me abruptly if I would have my husband take me to see her. She specified, and underlined the specification, that I was to come "right off, and in the automobile." Wondering extremely at this mysterious bidding I sought out Paul, who obediently cranked up our small car and carried me off.
"Poof!" said the engine sweetly, and the kind word encouraged me immensely. Again I cranked. "Poof! Poof!" It seemed that I had somehow misunderstood the former communication, and it was therefore repeated with emphasis. Like a model father who walks the floor with the weeping child, tenderly seeking the offending pin, I looked over the engine.
Then for another minute the two sat their horses side by side, while the great gate rose slowly, grudgingly, cranked upward by four men. "If we two ever ride under here again, bahadur, we shall ride with honor thick on us," remarked Mahommed Gunga.
Which he told himself was lucky, because he couldn't have cranked the thing to save his life. By sheer dogged nerve he drove to camp, drank cold coffee left from his early breakfast, and decided that the bite of a Ford, while it is poisonous, is not necessarily fatal unless it attacks one in a vital spot.
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