“All Bill has to do is to deny it,” snapped Belle Ringold. “Nobody would believe you against our testimony.”
“Nobody but the judge,” laughed Amy. “Don’t be such a goose, Belle. We will all testify for Mr. Cabbage-head Tony.”
Bill crawled out from under his automobile as the two girls who had been passengers walked away. He was just as much smutted as Belle said he would be. But he looked after her and her friend without betraying any dissatisfaction.
“It’s all right,” he said to Monty. “I guess you couldn’t help being in the way. This car does go wrong once in a while. You can jump in the car and I’ll take you home and tell the chap that owns the pony how it happened. He can come to my father and get paid.”
“Not much,” said the Dogtown boy. “I’ll have to lead the pony. But you can take Hen back to Dogtown.”
“Is it safe?” asked Jessie, for Henrietta had started for the red car at once. She was crazy about automobiles.
“If it goes bad again I can get out,” said the child importantly. “I won’t wait for it to turn topsy-turvy.”
“She will be all right,” said Bill Brewster gloomily. “Father will make me pay for this carriage out of my own money. I’m rather glad we are going where I can’t use the machine for the rest of the summer. It eats up all my pocket money.”
“Where are your folks going, Billy?” asked Jessie politely.
“Oh, we always go to Hackle Island.”