George glanced over his shoulder.
“I’m too good a chauffeur to lose so much time,” he laughed, as he turned the touring car and started to cross the track.
“Now I’ll——”
He stopped short and uttered an exclamation. With a suddenness that jarred both boys, the automobile came to an abrupt halt, and the car bearing down upon them was prevented from crashing into it only by the quick and timely efforts of the motorman.
“Hey there! What are you about?” he yelled.
“Another pretty mess,” murmured George, with a rather dismal expression. “I can’t make it budge.”
“Great Scott!” cried Aleck.
“Come now, get out of that!” continued the motorman, clanging his gong loudly.
George, without replying, continued his efforts to send the automobile ahead; but it stood across the track just as immovably as if its wheels had never revolved.
A crowd of curious onlookers began to collect.