"But you're not going to let old Smith tinker with it, are you?"
asked Walter.

"Oh, I don't know what I'll do with it!" snapped Sid. "May as well
leave it here as anywhere else."

Smith's place was a second-rate blacksmith shop, while at Chelton
Center, a little farther on, there was a fine garage--Newton's--the
one at which Cora and the twins had met the handsome machinist.

"Why don't you take it to Newton's?" asked Cora. "We'll go there
with you. I--er--, I know the machinist there."

"I prefer to leave it here," said Sid shortly. "Stop, please, and
I'll loosen the rope."

"Oh!" exclaimed Cora shortly. She could not understand Sid. Walter
stopped her car, and before it had come to a full halt Sid was
detaching the tow rope. Mary took this chance to alight from the
Whirlwind, as they were not far from the post-office, and Ida
followed her. Sid cranked up for the short run into the blacksmith
shop. Ida and Mary were walking down the street together.

"Go ahead!" Sid called to Walter.

"Oh, you're welcome," replied Walter sarcastically. "Not the least
trouble, thank you. Glad at any time--"

Sid shot at him an angry glance over his shoulder.