out then we hit the damp spot and the Kid puts on the brakes.
Sweet Cookie! You should have seen that car! It must have got sore at
the man with the hose and went crazy, because it made eight complete
turns tryin' to get at him and the poor simp was too scared to run.
Finally the thing gives it up and shoots down to the bottom of the
hill. We hit a log and I hit the one-man top. Then the motor calls it
a day and stops dead. The Kid hops out and walks around to the crank.
He gives it a couple of turns and it turns right back at him. He grabs
it again and it was short with a left hook to the jaw, and then the Kid
shakes his head and takes off one side of the hood. He sticks his hand
down inside and pulls out a little brown thing that looks like a cup
with a cover on it.

"No wonder she stopped!" he says, holdin' it up. "Look what I just
found in here."

I give it the once over.

"What d'ye think of that, eh?" he says. "It's a wonder she run at all!
I'll bet that boob mechanic left that in there when he started us off
at the garage." He throws the thing in a ditch and puts the hood on.
"Now," he says, "we're off for Film City!"

He grabs hold of the crank and gives it about eleven whirls, but there
ain't a thing doin' and while we're stuck there like that, along comes
a guy in another car.

"Can I help you fellows out?" he hollers.

"Yes!" I yells back. "Have you got a rope?"

He comes over and looks at the thing.

"What seems to be the trouble?" he asks the Kid.

"Nothin' in particular," the Kid tells him. "She's a great little car
only we can't get her goin'."

"Have you got gas?" asks the stranger.

"Plenty!" says the Kid. "D'ye think I would try to run a car without
gasoline?"

"I don't know," says the other guy. "I never seen you before! Is your
spark all right?"

"A number one!" pipes the Kid.

"And she won't run?" he asks.

"She won't run!" we both says together.

"Hmph!" he snorts, scratchin' his head. He opens the hood and fusses
around on both sides for a minute and then he rubs the side of his nose
with his finger. He looks like he was up against a tough proposition.

"How far have you run this car?" he asks the Kid finally.

"All the way from Frisco," answers the Kid.

"Like this?" he says, pointin' to the motor.

"No!" I cuts in. "It was movin'."

"Why you couldn't have gone three feet with this car!" he busts out
suddenly. "I never seen nothin' like this before i