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I never saw an electric car yet that could do anything except to crawl along." "You're going to see one now," was all the retort Tom permitted himself. "Here we go then!" cried the man, and he gave his gear handle a yank, and shoved over the sparking and gasolene levers. His car instantly shot ahead, and went "chug chugging" down the road in a cloud of dust.

He felt still the lift of the boat over the short swell, he smelled the pleasant combination of salt, and gasolene, and the whiff of the hayfields, and his eyes still kept the glare and the blue, and the swinging dark shape of the Dutchman's bows as he headed her down the bay.

Le Blanc and Sanborn soon joined them, the latter heavy-eyed and sleepy-looking from the late hours of the night before. He was smoking a cigarette. "Look here, Sanborn, I don't want to be too strict, but you know there's too much gasolene around here for it to be safe to smoke in the shed," said Frank, with some irritation, as he spied him.

Shooting galleries spit spitefully. Gasolene torches flared. Baker strolled along, his hands in his pockets, his hat on the back of his head. From time to time he cast an amused glance at his companion. "Come in here," he said abruptly. Bob found himself comfortably seated in a commodious open-air theatre, watching an excellent vaudeville performance.

I was afraid there would be a tire that needed changing; or else no gasolene at all. K. K. didn't realize how kind he was to himself when he fitted up the old car so handsomely, for some purpose." "Oh!" chuckled Horatio, "mebbe I know why.

Little was said now, for each of the parties was running a dogged race, and in silence. They had gone possibly half a mile, and the first advantage of Tom and his friends was rapidly being lost, when suddenly there sounded in the air above a curious throbbing noise. "Bless my gasolene! What's that?" cried Mr. Damon. "The airship!

Smoke and the fumes of gasolene hung like a pall above it. Through the bluish cloud could be seen dim figures hurrying with cans of fuel or lubricant, bags of tools and engine parts. "Reminds me of circus day," commented Jimsy, looking about him; "hullo, there's the Cobweb out already," he exclaimed presently. Across the field could be seen the silvery wings of the Mortlake aeroplane.

The others looked on with interest. The majority were farmers, hardy, rawboned men with misty eyes. Two of them looked like mechanics, blacksmiths, was Barnes' swift estimate, and as there was an odor of gasolene in the low, heavy-timbered room, others were no doubt connected with the tavern garage. For that matter, there was also an atmosphere of the stables.

"All clear," he reported. "I think we may go aboard and make a trial trip." Little time was lost in entering the cabin and engine-room, Garret Jackson accompanying the party to aid with the machinery. It did not take long to start the motors, dynamos and the big gasolene engine that was the vital part of the craft.

"Well, they seem to have disappeared," replied our hero. "Of course they may be after me any day now, but for the time being, I've thrown them off my track." "So then you don't know where you're going next?" asked Ned. "No, it may be to Japan, or to the North Pole. Well, I'm ready for anything. We've got plenty of gasolene, and the Flyer can certainly go," said Tom.

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