CHAPTER IX.
A RACE AGAINST TIME.
One evening, a week later, Peggy and her brother were tightening up some braces on the Golden Butterfly after an afternoon’s flight along the coast, when the sharp “honk! honk!” of an automobile from the road attracted their attention. Running to the door, Peggy saw Jimsy and his sister in the “Gee Whizz,” as their red auto had been christened.
But that there was something the matter with the Gee Whizz was evident. The motor, ungeared, was coughing and gasping in a painful manner. Jimsy shouted as he saw the two young Prescotts.
“Say, you aviators, come here and see what you can do to doctor a poor creeping earthworm of an auto.”
Laughing at his tone and words, Peggy and her brother hastened down the path and through the gate.
“Something’s wrong with the transmission,” explained Jimsy.
“What’s the trouble?” asked Roy.
“What a question, you goose?” cried Jess; “if we knew we’d have fixed it long ago.”