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"Not if they keep as far apart as they are now," was the answer, for Jack had gotten back into his own car, and was looking on. Ida, too, seemed to keep herself at a distance from the other girls.
"Well, I guess that will hold," remarked Walter as he put the last knot in the rope.
"Here comes Ed Foster!" suddenly exclaimed Jack as the puffing of an auto was heard and a machine came in sight. "Now I guess we're all here. h.e.l.lo, Ed!"
"h.e.l.lo, yourself," replied Ed. "Well, what's up now? Somebody turned turtle?"
"No, but somebody's turned--" began Jack, on the point of saying something uncomplimentary about Sid, but Cora interrupted him.
"We had a race, and this is how I--that is, we--won it," she said with a laugh.
Ed stepped out of his car and walked to where Sid's silent machine stood.
"Radiator, eh?" he questioned. "A bad break."
"That's what. Cora collided with me--but it was partly my fault,"
added Sid quickly for jack's benefit.
"And look at my nice, new mud guard," spoke Cora. "See how it hangs down, like a dog's broken leg. Isn't it a shame? I guess we'll have to tear it off, so we can run."
"Let me look at it," suggested Ed. "Maybe I can spring it back into place."
"I never thought of that,"--remarked Walter.
Ed was searching in his tool-box, and presently drew out some strong string.
"I never go without a bit of cord, a knife and some pins for just such emergencies as these," he said with a laugh. "I never know when I may be shipwrecked on a desert island."
Ed skillfully sprung the guard back, and as one of the rivets was torn out, he lashed the protector into place. It was only a temporary repair, but it would protect the occupants of the car from a shower of dust or mud.
"There," said Ed finally. "I guess that will answer. The road ahead is pretty muddy. Too much moisture from a sprinkling-cart, I guess. I caught some of it."
Cora turned to see if everything was in readiness for a start, and was surprised to find Mary in close conversation with Ida. Both girls and Sid were in a group an the other side of the Whirlwind.
And another thing Cora noticed was that the faces of both Ida and Mary were unusually flushed.
"That's rather odd--that Mary and Ida should get so chummy,"
murmured Cora. "Sid must have introduced them to each other:"
A moment later Ida looked over, and seeing Cora watching her, she quickly turned away and walked over to where Ed was locking up his toolbox. She placed her hand on the seat of his small auto and began talking to him.
"I hear you are going into business," Cora heard Ida say.
"Well, not exactly business," replied Ed. "I'm going to have some interest in the bank at New City."
"Oh, yes. I heard about it."
"Say, Ed, have you all that--" began Jack, and then he stopped quickly. He had been on the point of asking Ed if he had with him the twenty thousand dollars in cash and negotiable securities, but he quickly reflected that such a question was not a proper one to ask on a public road.
"Got what?" inquired Ed with a laugh, but at the same time Cora saw him frown slightly at her brother.
"I meant to say, have you any of those fish with you that we caught last time?" asked Jack, laughing rather uneasily.
"Yes, I have them," replied Ed, which was his way of replying to Jack's implied question.
"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.
"Come on," called Walter, as Ed's car puffed out of sight. "We'll have a load to pull now, Cora."
"Perhaps I had better get in with Jack and Bess," remarked Belle.
"We can manage it--if we squeeze some."
Then she blushed, and everybody laughed.
"The more the merrier," replied Jack. "I think it will be a good idea, though. We'll get home quicker than Cora and her tow will."
Belle climbed into the Get There. This left Cora alone with Walter in the big car. Ida and Sid stood on the ground, apparently waiting for an invitation to get in somewhere.
"I'll have to steer my car," said Sid. "You had better get in Cora's machine, Ida, for it's no fun riding in a towed auto."
"Yes, do come in here," said Cora quickly, but Ida hung back and looked miserably unhappy.
"Come on," and Walter added his invitation. "I'm going to be the 'shuffler,' and I may as well have something worth while to 'shuffle' while I'm at it."
Ida smiled at this. It was evident that she could not resist after this appeal--especially as it came from Walter, who found much favor in her eyes.
Ida climbed into the big car nimbly enough, and sat on the thick cushions in the roomy tonneau beside Mary.
"I guess she'd rather be in front," remarked Bess in a whisper to Belle, but she took care that Jack should not hear.
Walter started Cora's car off, and Sid's followed, with himself at the wheel, looking very glum. Jack brought up in the rear with the pretty twins.
The Whirlwind easily towed the weight of the disabled runabout, and the autoists were soon approaching town.
"Let me out at the post-office, please," begged Mary of Cora, as they rolled through the village streets. "I had better not let madam see me out riding."
"Why, she gave you permission, didn't she?" asked Cora in surprise.
"But I would rather get out here," insisted Mary, not answering the question directly.
"If you'll cast me loose, I'll run my machine in this shop,"
suddenly called Sid, as they pa.s.sed a rather tumble-down shack on a side street.
"But you're not going to let old Smith tinker with it, are you?"