“What's that noise, Hawkins?” I said.
“Give it up. Something in the machinery. It's nothing.”
“But I seem to feel a peculiar shaking in the machine,” I persisted.
“You seem to feel a great many things that don't exist, Griggs,” remarked Hawkins, with a touch of contempt.
“But——”
“Hey, mister!” yelled a small boy. “Hey! Yer back seat's fallin' off!”
“What did he say?” muttered Hawkins, too full of importance to turn his head.
“Hey! Hey!” cried the youngster, pursuing us. “Dat back seat's most fell off!”
“What!” shrieked Hawkins, whirling about. “Good Lord! So it is! Catch it, Griggs, catch it quick!”
I turned. The boy was right. The rear seats of the automobile had managed to detach themselves.