“Quit your kidding, you idiot, and come on!”
At the garage they found the foreman and his two men cleaning up.
“Just got finished, gentlemen. She’s all ready, and it yet wants five minutes till six,” he called, glancing up at the shop clock.
“Great work!” commended John. “Ted Fisher said you wouldn’t fail us!” And by the expression on the man’s face, John knew that he could not have said anything that would have pleased him more.
The boys drove down the street for a short distance to the block below, turned around, and parked along the curb in a position to command a view of the garage. They whiled away the time in admiring their own car, and, when they had tired of that, in watching the people hurrying along to their day’s work. When it approached eight o’clock, they began to feel restless. Jack was pulling out his watch every other minute, until John begged him to let it alone. Then, at ten minutes before the hour they saw turning the corner of the street, not only Marjorie, but Ethel as well. John started the car and overtook them before they could reach the garage.
“My goodness!” exclaimed Marjorie, when she became aware of their presence, “am I in my right senses? Have you two been stalking us?”
“Not quite,” replied John. “We just thought we’d let you know we are ready and on the job!” But to Jack’s chagrin, his sister was so glad to see them that she failed to notice the car they were seated in. Not so Ethel, however. She noticed it immediately, and cried out:
“How in the world did you get hold of our car?”
Jack’s face brightened perceptibly.
“Is this your car?” he asked, innocently.