“We’ll just have to crawl into Flynn Springs on the rims, and phone for Nolan. It can not be far.”
But even that was impossible, for with devilish foresight, Amos Hiltze had taken the timer from the carburetor, and the little Rolls was powerless.
“We’ll walk then,” said Eveley bravely, and hand in hand, the three of them set out on the rocky winding road to Flynn Springs.
“Nolan will not waste any time coming for us,” said Eveley confidently.
“And perhaps Lieutenant Ames is in town and can come also,” suggested Marie softly.
Some time later, wearily, weakly, they limped into Flynn Springs, and Eveley hurriedly put in her call.
“Nolan? It is Eveley. I am at Flynn Springs. You must come for me, and bring Jimmy Ames. Yes, Marie is with me, and Angelo.—Yes, we are all right. And have a man from the garage with extra tires and a timer for the carburetor. No, we do not need the police. No guns either. Nolan, your voice is sweeter than any angel’s.”
Then they went into a small room where there was a bed, and Eveley took off her ruined pumps, and bathed her burning feet, and they fixed their hair, and had hot coffee, always looking at each other with tender eyes.
“Will you never go back on me again, little sister?”
And Marie kissed her in answer.