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Updated: April 30, 2025
The high-spirited girl was just beginning to fear that she was unequal to the task which she had chided Bream for being unable to perform and this was mortifying her. "Oh, would you mind? Thank you so much. The self-starter has gone wrong." Into the glare of the head-lights there stepped a strange figure, strange, that is to say, in these tame modern times.
She never has," Foster answered dubiously. "Reason I asked, she didn't just choke down from the pull. She went and died on me." "That's funny," Foster observed weakly. On the level Bud went into neutral and pressed the self-starter with a pessimistic deliberation. He got three chugs and a backfire into the carburetor, and after that silence.
Obediently George took the wheel and touched the self-starter. The engine purred contentedly. "By gum!" cried George inelegantly, "she's done it!" He produced a towel from the box for Norma, who managed to rub off most of the grease from her hands. She put on her jacket and climbed into her place between Betty and her sister.
A car that has worked perfectly all summer simply refuses to start, and the storage battery that operates the self-starter is exhausted and powerless. The sensible course is to have the car put in condition for winter before the first cold snap congeals the crank-case oil.
She had merely called into the kitchen to Aunt Alvirah that they were off and their destination. While Tom sprang in and manipulated the self-starter, his sister and the girl of the Red Mill took their seats in the tonneau. By the time old Aunt Alvirah had hobbled to the porch, the automobile was being turned, and backed, and then it was off, up the river road.
I heard no more. A moment later I was out in God's air, fumbling with a fevered foot at the self-starter of the old car. The engine raced. The clutch slid into position. I tooted and drove off. My ganglions were still vibrating as I ran the car into the stables of Brinkley Court, and it was a much shaken Bertram who tottered up to his room to change into something loose.
"Oh, Cora, wouldn't you just fairly love to run that splendid motor?" "I would, if I didn't have to start it too often," replied Jack's sister, as she looked at the heavy flywheel, which was now moving about as noiselessly as a shaft of light. The propeller was not in clutch, however. "It has a self-starter," Joe informed the girls. "It's the smoothest engine ever handled. No trouble at all."
"You bet yeh," said Joe, husky with the muffles. "She's a corker," continued Sam, "double compressed, compensating, forty horsepower, ain't she, Joe?" "You bet yeh!" adding, for purpose of emphasis, "By gar!" "Six cylinder, self-starter," continued Sam with increasing enthusiasm. "Self-starter," echoed Joe, going off into a series of choking chuckles. "Sure t'ing, by gar!"
"The switch is off!" exclaimed Grace, as she came out of the cabin. With a quick motion she shoved it over. "How stupid of me!" cried Betty. "I should have seen to that first. Try again, Mollie!" Again Mollie pressed the button of the self-starter, but there was no response. The Gem was still drifting, seemingly in the very path of the steamer. "Why don't they change their course?" wailed Amy.
Dudley Pickering was not a self-starter in the motordrome of love. He needed cranking. He was that most unpromising of matrimonial material, a shy man with a cautious disposition. If he overcame his shyness, caution applied the foot-brake. If he succeeded in forgetting caution, shyness shut off the gas. At Reigelheimer's some miracle had made him not only reckless but un-self-conscious.
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