"Yes," agreed Harold, "the question is—how?"
"There must be a garage around here somewhere, and we could borrow a jack," suggested Ruth.
"Shall I go ahead and look for one?" asked Jack.
"Oh, we'll stop a passing machine, and borrow one," said Harold.
"But none has passed us yet," protested Ruth, "and we might have to wait here all day."
"I don't think so; there ought to be lots of traffic on this road; it's a main highway. They just won't come because we want them to."
"There are several little houses down there," said Jack, indicating a group of boat-houses along the banks of the river, about fifty yards away; "perhaps one of them would have a jack."
"To jack up the boats with?" asked Harold, sardonically.
"It won't hurt to try, anyway," retorted the other boy. "Come on, Ruth! We'll go ask."