"Well, it's his own funeral, ain't it?"

The girl's eyes grew big. She stepped back. If she had only said
something Lorry would have felt better. As it was he felt decidedly
uncomfortable.

"If you'll say what is right, ma'am, I'll do it. You want me to turn him
loose?"

"I--No. But can't you do something for him?"

Lorry laughed. "I reckon you don't sabe them kind, miss. And mebby you
want to get that car on the road again."

"Yes," said the girl's mother. "I think this young man knows what he is
about."

Lorry stepped to the car to examine it.

The girl followed him. "I think there is nothing broken. We just turned
to come down that hill. We were coasting when I saw a rope stretched
across the road. I didn't know what to do. I tried to stop. We slid off
the edge."

"Uh-uh. He had it all ribbed up to stop you. Now if you had kept on
goin'--"

"But I didn't know what the rope meant. I was frightened. And before I
knew what had happened he stepped right on the running-board and told