"We're shut in," whispered Chick-chick. "Pretty mess I made of rescue, I did."
"No mess at all," said Glen. "I'm free now and ready for anything, or shall be when I get some circulation in my feet and hands. Can't move till then, anyway. What d'ye s'pose Apple's doing?"
"Following us along, Apple is, you bet. When he gets a chance he'll help us out, he will. Say, what's loose board here?"
"I don't know," replied Glen. "It's got a ring in it like it might be intended to be lifted up."
"Bet I know," said Chick-chick. "I reckon the transmission case is just below here, an' this is fixed to lift out so you can see transmission without crawling underneath."
"It wouldn't make a big enough hole to let us out, would it?" asked Glen.
"No, it wouldn't. But if I can get to that transmission I can stop car—won't run little bit."
"Could you start it again?"
"Depend on what I did to gears."
"Let's try it."