"Oh, I guess it's all right," said Tom. The touring car continued to move along, up a winding hill. Then came a level stretch for half a mile, and then a sharp descent, leading into Carwood.
"Now be careful——" commenced Dick. And then stopped short, for a sudden snapping sound reached his ears.
"What's that?" cried Sam, in alarm.
"The brake—it's broken!" answered Tom. And then he set his teeth grimly, to try to guide the heavy touring car down the steep hill without disaster.
CHAPTER V
LOOKING FOR THE LOST FLYING MACHINE
It was the foot brake that had given away. The hand brake was still fit for use, but each of the Rover boys remembered with dismay that this brake had been loose for some time. They had thought to tighten it up, but other matters had claimed their attention, and they had not deemed it absolutely necessary before taking the short trip to Rayville, since on starting the other brake had seemed to be in good order.
"Can you do it, Tom?" asked Dick, quickly, as the big car gathered headway on the steep hill.