"Well--go ahead--that way,"
he indicated, picking the most likely road.
As the chauffeur was about to start, he stalled his engine.
"Hurry!" urged Craig, exasperated at the delays.
The driver got out and tried to crank the engine. Again and again
he turned it over, but, somehow, it refused to start. Then he
lifted the hood and began to tinker.
"What's the matter?" asked Craig, impatiently jumping out and
bending over the engine, too.
The driver shrugged his shoulders. "Must be something wrong with
the ignition, I guess," he replied.
Kennedy looked the car over hastily. "I can't see anything wrong,"
he frowned.
"Well, there is," growled the driver.
Precious minutes were speeding away, as they argued. Finally with
his characteristic energy, Kennedy put the taxicab driver aside.
"Let me try it," he said. "Miss Dodge, will you arrange that spark
and throttle?"
Elaine, equal to anything, did so, and Craig bent down and cranked
the engine. It started on the first spin.
"See!" he exclaimed. "There wasn't anything, after all."
He took a step toward the taxicab.
"Say," objected the driver, nastily, interposing himself between
Craig and the wheel which he seemed disposed to take now, "who's
running this boat, anyhow?"
Surprised, Kennedy tried to shoulder the fellow out of the way.
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