"Here! Quit that!" yelled Tom, and the meddlesome lad leaped
down in fright. "Do you want to start the car and have it smash
into something?" demanded the young inventor.
"Aw, nothin' happened," retorted the lad. "I pulled every
handle on it, an' it didn't move."
"Good reason," murmured Tom, for he had taken the precaution to
remove a connecting plug, without which the machine could not be
started.
The three were soon under way again, and covered many miles
over the fine country roads, the weather conditions being
delightful. On inquiry they found that by taking an infrequently
used highway, they could save several miles. It was over an
unoccupied part of country, rather wild and desolate, but they
did not mind that.
They were whizzing along, talking of Tom's chances for winning
the race when, after climbing a slight grade, the auto came to a
sudden stop on the summit.
"What's the matter?" asked Mr. Sharp. "Why are you stopping
here, Tom?"
"I didn't stop," was the surprising answer, and the lad shoved
the starting lever back and forth.
But there was no response. There was no hum from the motor. The
machine was "dead.
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