The Terror stopped.
"By jingo, she's broken!" gasped Jack.
"How?" asked Tim, forgetting his yarn.
"It must be in the truck."
"Himmel! How ve go ahet now ter safe dot drain?"
Jack alighted.
He quickly examined the gear.
"It's one of the driving rods snapped in two!" he cried, finally.
"Kin ye fix it, my lad?"
"I don't know till I take it off. We are crippled."