“Naw; but one of ’em was purty nigh. I was told tew come here an’ have yeou come right down.”
“We’ll come,” said Chick. Turning to Patsy, he added: “You get in the electric machine with your man, and I’ll run this one.”
“You bet,” returned Patsy.
In less than a minute they were all aboard and ready for the start.
“How far away is the blacksmith shop, my lad?” asked Chick.
“’Baout a mile. Say, I want to stand here an’ see yeou start them thingumbobs.”
“All right.”
When the gasoline engine began to pound and the machine to move, the horse thought it had about all it could stand.
With a snort, and a flirt of the head, the animal took down the road for home, the boy yelling “Whoa!” at every jump.
It was a quick run which the two autos made to the blacksmith shop, for both Chick and Patsy were not a little worried over the boy’s story.