“Well, he’s fixed mine all right!” he exclaimed, straightening up. “He’s taken off part of the carburetor and the motor is no good until I get a new one.”
“He’s done the same thing to mine!” cried Ned, just discovering the damage which had been done.
“And to mine,” added Bob.
“Boys, this is very serious,” said Jerry when he had drawn his two chums out of hearing of the group of small boys. “The machines can’t run without those parts.”
“But can’t we easily get them?” asked Bob.
“We could in New York, or Boston or some large city,” said Jerry. “But have we time to send? To-day is Saturday, the race takes place Thursday. We can’t get word to any supply store until Monday morning, and it’s a question whether we would receive the parts in time.”
“We can telegraph,” said Bob.
“Even that takes time. Jack Pender laid his plans well for this trick. He means to keep us out of the race!” Jerry said.
“Can’t we get the parts in Cresville?” asked Bob.
“Not a store keeps them that I know of,” replied Jerry. “I’m afraid we’re done for. Most likely Pender broke the parts and threw them away.”