ord. After she had stalled the car several times, and Bob had
gotten out to crank it, she finally started.

A motor van coming towards them made her almost run into a ditch. But
Jim took the wheel in time.

"You know, you don't have to climb trees and fences, Lo," Bob teased;
"there's really plenty of room on the road."

"Oh, but it looked as if it would run right into us!" she exclaimed,
shuddering. "Suppose it had taken off one of our wheels?"

"Keep still, Bob," Jim directed. "Don't talk to the chauffeur."

They drove on for a few miles more and were beginning to consider
turning, when the car began to miss and make terrifying noises.

"What's it doing?" Lois demanded. "Have I broken it?"

Jim laughed heartily. "No," he said, "change places with me. I'll fix
it."

But Pegasus refused to be fixed. It went on a little farther, and then
stopped.

Jim and Bob got out. They opened the hood. "Nothing wrong here," Jim
said. "I wonder what's up!"

"I'll spin it," Bob suggested. They worked for nearly fifteen minutes,
but the car would not budge.

"I know I did something to it," Lois turned tearfully to Polly; "now
we'll never get home."

"Oh, yes we will; we can get some one to pull us, I guess," Polly
comforted her. "Maybe there's no more gasoline," she said to Bob.

The boys looked at each other and then burst out laughing. Jim
investigated the tank and then took off his hat and bowed respectfully
to Polly.

"You are quite right; there is no gas, and I'm a--well--I'm a very
brilliant driver. Will you please tell me how you ever thought of it?"

Polly laughed. "Why, that's what always happens to Uncle Roddy's car
when he goes out," she said. "He never remembers the gas. Sometimes he
pulls the poor car to pieces before he thinks of it."

Jim felt comforted.

"Well, I guess I'll go see what I can do about getting some. Bob, you
stay here with the girls."

"Somebody has to call up Aunt Kate," Polly reminded them, "we won't be
home by four, and she'll be worried."

"Then Bob's got to do it," Jim said, decidedly. "I'll never be able to
face her after all my promises."

"All right!" Bob said. "I see a house down the road."

"Perhaps they'll have some gas," Jim said, hopefully, as they started
off.

But it was after seven before they finally got back to the hotel. Jim
had had to walk miles before he could get a pail of gasoline, and then
on the way back one of the tires had blown out.

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