"Oh! plenty. But let's stop and see if we can be of any assistance."
"There's a couple of chaps sprawled out under the car, and I reckon they ought to be enough to do the trick. But you're always ready to do the Good Samaritan act, I know, so pull up then," grumbled Lanky, who wanted to be always on the move.
Frank allowed his car to stop within a few feet of the other. He saw that there was a lady in the other machine, but she was a stranger to him.
"Can we be of any assistance to you?" he asked aloud, meaning that the two who were half way under the stalled racer should hear him.
One of them came hastily wriggling out.
"Hello! Frank, is that you?" said a voice that thrilled the boy.
"Uncle Jim!" he exclaimed.
Ralph jumped to his feet, tossing the goggles aside. Instantly his eager eyes were glued upon the form of the lady in the other car. She too had half risen at the words of her companion, and it could been seen that she was anxiously looking at the three boys.
"What is it, Mr. Allen? Oh! please tell me!" she exclaimed, tremblingly.
"Why, here's my nephew Frank, happened along just in time to give us a lift in our necessity. And unless my eyes deceive me this fine young chap here——"