“I’ll get the gasolene,” volunteered Ned. He ran over to the drug store and came back with a can full.
“Now try and see if there’s a good spark,” Jerry suggested.
Satisfied that the batteries were in working order, Jerry prepared to take his first ride. The street leading from the railroad depot was a long straight wide one.
“It’s a good thing,” commented Jerry, referring to the highway. “There’s plenty of chance to be run away with, and not damage anything. I can ride clear to New York if I go far enough.”
“I wouldn’t this time, though,” said Bob.
Jerry smiled. It was a rather dubious sort of a grin, to be sure. Much as he wanted a motor-cycle, he knew there was a little risk in riding one when he was not thoroughly familiar with it. However, he wasn’t going to back out. He got on the ponderous machine, which Bob and Ned steadied for him.
“Give me a little shove.”
Bob and Ned did so.
“Work the pedals and get a good start,” advised Bob.