CHAPTER X
ADVENTURES WITH A FLIVVER—CONTINUED
“Now we’re coming to a place,” said Townsend, as a brazen sign greeted them with the word GARAGE when they went around a bend. “Now we’ll give Liz her supper, hey, Liz.”
“Y-kks,” said Liz.
“You made it do that?” said Pee-wee astonished.
“And at the next good place we’ll all eat,” said Townsend. “We ought to be able to scare up a grove or something to camp in.”
“I’m going to make a hunter’s stew,” said Pee-wee.
“At your peril,” said Townsend; “I’m going to have an omelet, if anybody should ask you. That’s one great thing about the valve-in-head motor, you can beat eggs with the rocker arms. With a Ford you have to beat them by hand.”
At the garage they were doomed to disappointment. The proprietor, wearing conspicuous suspenders and a straw hat as big as a parachute, told them that the gasoline wagon had not come along that day. He had not, it seemed, enough to take out a grease spot.
“How far is Mideno, or whatever they call it?” Townsend asked.