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As the road was too narrow for us to pass on either side, with an enormous ox lolling insolently in the middle, refusing to budge an inch, or an absurd cow taking infinite pains to amble precisely in front of the motor's nose, we were frequently forced to crawl for ten or fifteen minutes at the pace of a snail, or to stop altogether and push a large beast out of the way.
"That policeman is fat, but he has speed." The dummy-chucker glanced over his shoulder. Looming high as the Woolworth Building, fear overcoming the dwarfing tendency of distance, came a policeman. The dummy-chucker leaped to the motor's running-board. He climbed into the vacant front seat. "Thanks, feller," he grunted. "A li'l speed, please." The young man chuckled.
He became aware, as he spoke, of a tall young woman, who had cast an enigmatic glance first at Gordon Atterbury, and then at himself. "It was a good sermon," said Mr. Parr. "You're coming to lunch, Hodder?" The rector nodded. "I'm ready when you are," he answered. "The motor's waiting," said the banker, leading the way down the steps to the sidewalk, where he turned. "Alison, let me introduce Mr.
The flames received this as a helpful attention, and made the most of it. They seemed to brighten and the twilight to deepen about them. The road was a flinty road in the chalk country, and ill-provided with sand. Edna accosted a short, fat cyclist. "We want wet sand," she said, and added, "our motor's on fire."
The motor's hum increased to the steady roar which Johnny's ear recognized as the sound Bland got from it when he started. And with an erratic wabbling the plane moved forward jerkily, steadied a bit as Johnny set his teeth and all his stubbornness to the work, and gradually very gradually lifted and went whirring away through the sunlight. They say that Providence protects children and fools.
Apparently he fastened the horses near the road. He came back. "Git down, and hurry," said he. "Here's where we change cars." She heard the grind of a motor's starting crank, the chug of an engine. As its strident whirring continued her captor came again to her side, and with rudeness aided her to the seat of what she took to be a small car.
Of course every eye was instantly turned back, and they were just in time to see something that announced the truth of Jud's assertion. Andy Flinn stood up in the bow of the second boat, which no longer chugged away as before, and he threw something out that splashed in the water. "It's their anchor!" cried Jud. "Either somebody's overboard, or else their motor's broken down!"
They gave her more gas, and Johnny became conscious of the motor's voice. Eighty miles she was doing now, on a gentle incline that lifted the earth a little nearer. The glory before them was deepening to ruby red that glowed and darkened. Beneath the heaped radiance lay a sea of stars and beyond, a smooth floor of polished purple.
The airman is usually compelled to depend exclusively on his own ability to overcome the difficulty. To get at the seat of trouble necessitated considerable disarrangement of the motor's parts. This consumed more or less time, and the minutes passing were jealously given up by the impatient Jack. But the boys worked fast, and finally all had been accomplished.
"There might yet be a chance," he murmured, almost joyfully; "the storm is breaking." His eyes wandered to the fleeting clouds. "Dawn's coming, too. I I why, I might send a message. The motor's gone dead, of course, but there are still storage batteries. If only the insulations are good. If water has not soaked in anywhere!" With trembling fingers he tested the batteries.
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