"Yes, and that's one danger," the chauffeur explained. "You're likely to give too much of a twist. Just a little turn of the wheel answers."
"Look out for that dog, Dick!" yelled Paul, as a yellow cur shot from a yard, diagonally across the road, barking at the big car.
"I see him!" came the answer.
"And there's a goose on the other side!" added Innis, as Dick swerved the machine to one side. "There, you ran over its foot!"
A series of "honks-honks!" apprised the young driver that something had happened. Quickly he shut off the power and jammed on the foot and hand brakes. A woman rushed out of a rather dilapidated house crying:
"Oh, you've run over Heinie! You've run over Heinie! Oh, you've killed him!"
Dick turned pale.
"Is—is any one under the car?" he faltered.
"My Heinie! Oh, my Heinie!" cried the woman again. "You haf runned ofer my Heinie!"