"She's hot," said I. "Hotter than she should be. At least, I think so. Of course it's a deuce of a pull." And, with that, I opened the door.
"You're not going to get out in this snow?"
"Only a second, dear."
Upon observing that the fan-belt was broken, it was natural that I should regret very much that I had not looked for the trouble when first I suspected its presence. Had I done so, I should have spared the engine, I should have been able to correct the disorder without burning myself to hell, and I should not have been standing, while I worked, in four inches of snow.
Gloomily I made my report.
"I'm sorry," I concluded, "but I shall have to have Berry. I've got a new strap in the boot, but I can't shift the luggage alone."
Berry closed his eyes and sank his chin upon his breast.
"Go on, old chap," said Daphne. "I'm very sorry for you, but——"
"I—I don't feel well," said Berry. "Besides, I haven't got my gum-boots."
"Will you get out?" said his wife.