"That's your look out, Motor Matt, and I don't want to throw any wet blanket on your hopes. Be careful, that's all, and——"
Black broke off with an angry exclamation. The motor began to miss fire, and finally came to a stop.
Matt, his head inclined, had been listening sharply.
"What's the matter now?" asked Black, getting out.
"It's the carburetor, now," said Matt. "Sounds to me as though it was clogged."
The carburetor was taken apart and freed of the obstruction that kept the gasoline out of the mixing chamber.
A delay of half an hour was caused, and while they were at a halt an anxious look out was kept along the road, behind. Much to the relief of the boys and the real estate man, the other car failed to put in an appearance.
"They must be hung up with something serious," observed Black, as he once more started the car in the direction of Lallie.
"It can't be too serious to suit me," laughed McGlory. "I won't make any kick if they're kept back there on the road for a week."
"No such luck as that, Joe," said Matt.