Hurstwood smiled at the simple information.
“Now, this handle here regulates your speed. To here,” he said, pointing with his finger, “gives you about four miles an hour. This is eight. When it’s full on, you make about fourteen miles an hour.”
Hurstwood watched him calmly. He had seen motormen work before. He knew just about how they did it, and was sure he could do as well, with a very little practice.
The instructor explained a few more details, and then said:
“Now, we’ll back her up.”
Hurstwood stood placidly by, while the car rolled back into the yard.
“One thing you want to be careful about, and that is to start easy. Give one degree time to act before you start another. The one fault of most men is that they always want to throw her wide open. That’s bad. It’s dangerous, too. Wears out the motor. You don’t want to do that.”
“I see,” said Hurstwood.
He waited and waited, while the man talked on.
“Now you take it,” he said, finally.