“Use the self-starter.”
“Say, what do you think this is?—a Rolls-Royce?”
“Yah, a Rolls-Rough.”
“Well, show your stuff, varlet. And when you get through, fold up the crank and hang it on the radiator neck.”
“Don’t let the old tub run over me,” I cautioned.
“Trust me, kid,” bragged the driver.
“Have you got the brake set?”
“I’ve just been wondering, Jerry, if there is a brake. There ought to be one. But I haven’t been able to find it.”
“Good night!” I yipped. “Suppose we came to the top of a hill?”
“Oh, we can go down the hills, all right.”