Hazel clutched at her sleeve. "Do stop!" she begged. "They may
be - "

"They are!" answered Clip, and, as the, men halted beside the
Turtle, she deliberately jumped out and approached them.

The other girls were spellbound. Cora, too, left her place - she
knew Cecilia's recklessness and felt it her duty to stand by her.

The two strange men looked first at the girls and then at the car.

"Had an accident?" asked the taller of the two politely.

"Oh, no, it's chronic," answered Clip flippantly, much to Cora's
dismay.

The men were evidently gentlemen. They were well dressed, and had
the mannerisms of culture.

"Perhaps I can help you," suggested one, taking from his pocket a
wrench. "I always carry tools - meet so many `chronics,' " and he
laughed lightly.

"Come on," called Hazel from the Whirlwind. "You know, Paul will
be waiting, Cora."

At this the men both started. He with the wrench ceased his
attempt to open the motor hood. The other looked toward Hazel.

"Oh, I see," he said with affected ease. "Your friend promised to