"Well, I guess that will hold," remarked Walter as he put the last knot in the rope.
"Here comes Ed Foster!" suddenly exclaimed Jack as the puffing of an auto was heard and a machine came in sight. "Now I guess we're all here. Hello, Ed!"
"Hello, yourself," replied Ed. "Well, what's up now? Somebody turned turtle?"
"No, but somebody's turned—" began Jack, on the point of saying something uncomplimentary about Sid, but Cora interrupted him.
"We had a race, and this is how I—that is, we—won it," she said with a laugh.
Ed stepped out of his car and walked to where Sid's silent machine stood.
"Radiator, eh?" he questioned. "A bad break."
"That's what. Cora collided with me—but it was partly my fault," added Sid quickly for jack's benefit.
"And look at my nice, new mud guard," spoke Cora. "See how it hangs down, like a dog's broken leg. Isn't it a shame? I guess we'll have to tear it off, so we can run."
"Let me look at it," suggested Ed. "Maybe I can spring it back into place."