“It’s a bad puncture, and I doubt if we can repair it.”
“You don’t have to repair it,” put in Spark, who was thinking of getting to a doctor in the shortest possible time. “There’s an emergency tire under the front seat. Use that.”
Chick brought out the tire, and also a force pump.
The machine was then “jacked up” with a couple of stout fence rails, the old tire taken off and the new one put on and inflated.
Hardly was this bit of work accomplished, when a boy came galloping up on horseback.
He was a red-headed boy, and was laboring under so much excitement that it was all he could do to talk.
“Big fight down to the blacksmith shop!” he finally managed to articulate.
“Who was doing the fighting?” asked Chick.
“Couple o’ fellers. Geewhilikins, but you never seen anything like it!”
“Was either of the men killed?”