"Wiley! Son, I thought you'd left already! You—"
"Papa, 'member I watched that Mister Hicks driving last summer? I know 'zactly which pedals to push!"
"Jodie, let him go! If he can show me how to do the foot work, why, I can sure keep the thing in the road! It might save Ned's life!"
"All right! Son, you can go. But you be mighty careful!"
"Hot diggity!" Wiley started running toward the front door.
"No, Wiley, not that way! Through the back here. My buggy's behind the store."
Wiley slammed the door as they rushed out.
It wasn't half a minute before Doctor Elton stuck his head back inside. "Hey, Jodie, what if the thing ain't got enough gasoline in it? What'll I do?"
"Lord, I don't know. Reckon coal oil would work?"
"It might. Pump me up a few gallons. I'll take it, just in case."