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Cranking failed to start the car. It was necessary, while the machine manoeuvred to get overhead again, to lift the hood of the engine, examine a spark-plug and then crank the car. He dropped a second bomb which fell behind the car and made a hole in the road. Then at last the engine started, and it took us a very short time to get out of that neighbourhood."
The convention on the landing understood every chortle in a truly marvellous way. "It's the spark-plug, that's sure!" announced one with an air of finality. Have you cleaned your spark-plug?" "No, Jim!" contradicted another, "it's all in the oil feed! Look how she puffs! W'y it's in the oil feed plain as day! Now if you'll take off that carburetor and " I cranked on heroically.
Two long strides, and the man was on the running board of the car upon the side where Tom Swift sat. Again an ugly club was raised above the young fellow's head. "You're the smart guy!" croaked the coarse voice Tom had heard before. "Think you can bamboozle me, do you? Up with 'em!" "Bless my spark-plug!" gasped Mr. Wakefield Damon.
The man who wrote a grammar became as popular as the fellow who nowadays invents a new spark-plug. In the midst of this intellectual upheaval, an event occurred which greatly favoured the study of the ancient philosophers and authors. The Turks were renewing their attacks upon Europe. Constantinople, capital of the last remnant of the original Roman Empire, was hard pressed.
It was awful positively awful, I assure you. You've no idea how nervous I was. But I escaped those scoundrels, for they rushed on when they saw what I had done smashed the porch railing." "Probably they thought you'd smash them," observed Tom with a laugh. "But why did they follow you?" "Can't imagine! Haven't the least idea. Bless my spark-plug, but they might have imagined I had money.
Then one morning, as we were at breakfast, a great big splendid Manton car my car came whisking up the drive and stopped in front of the house, and the expert they had thrown him in for a week for nothing him and an odometer and an ammeter, and a new kind of French spark-plug they wanted me to try and a gasoline tester the Mantons are such nice people to deal with in all those little ways and the expert sent in word: would Miss Hardy come out and see her new car?
"Here, Molly, here are the keys of my office, and the spark-plug to the car; you can cut off a lock of my hair, and if Jane has got a cake I'll eat it out of your hands. Shall it be Switzerland or Japan? And I prefer my bride served in light grey tweed." Tom really is delightful. Then we both laughed and began to plan what Tom called a conflagration.
Then I connected the batteries, supplied the new spark-coil, selected a new spark-plug at random, and screwed it in. Having done various things, I carefully surveyed my environs for a lady. There were no ladies present, so I spoke out freely. "And now," said I, having exhausted my vocabulary, "I shall crank!" Bill and the Kid sat on a pile of rocks looking very sullen.
"If anybody wakes up this town it will be I," I said as I flung down the gauntlet with a high head. "Here, Molly, here are the keys of my office, and the spark-plug to the Hup; you can cut off a lock of my hair, and if Judy has got a cake I'll eat it out of your hands. Shall it be California or Nova Scotia? And I prefer my bride served in light gray tweed."
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