"Gas line clogged, maybe."
"Loose connections."
"Carburetor float stuck."
"Magneto points burned off."
The farmer's eyes kindled before this volley of suggestions. "Say," he exclaimed, "do you boys know anything about a car?"
"A little," Bunny nodded. "Specs here is trying for a merit badge for automobiling, and we all got sort of interested in his studying. You have to know a good deal about a car to get that badge."
"Well, say!" Mr. Jenkins was as eager as a youngster. "Say, let's trundle her out here and look her over. You might find out what's wrong."
Because Specs had honestly devoted a great deal of his spare time to his ambition of qualifying for a merit badge in automobiling, Bunny put him in charge. It was no trick at all, of course, to release the brake and roll the car out of the homemade garage. Once in the open, Specs hopped into the front seat.
"No, that self-starter hasn't worked for a long time," Mr. Jenkins confessed, as the Scout pressed a tentative foot against it and cocked his ear expectantly for the hum of the motor. "Batteries dead, I 'spose. You'll have to crank her."
"All right, Bi!" called Specs; "you're the boy to wind her up."