“No, Carl, we are not hurt,” answered his wife.
“What made you run off so furiously, Annie?”
“I didn’t do it on purpose. The machine started up, and I could not stop it.”
“That young soldier saved us, Uncle Carl,” came from the little girl. “He rode on his wheel after us, and jumped into our auto and pulled on the handles till it stopped.”
The man looked at Jack, and his face grew red.
“Why—er—did you—er—you stop the auto for my wife?” he stammered.
“I did,” answered the young major, coldly.
“He did it at the risk of his life, too,” added the lady. “Carl, we owe him a great deal.”
The man’s face became a study.
“How did you do it?” he asked at length. “Tell me the story, won’t you?” And Jack did so, and then the lady had her say, and so did Captain Putnam.