But he can't have done very much -- I don't believe he had the
time. We ought to be able to fix it pretty soon."

"It's two miles to the repair place!" said Jack, blankly.

"Not to this repair shop," said Harry, with a laugh. The need of
prompt and efficient action pulled him together. He forgot his
wonder at finding Graves, the pain of his ankle, everything but
the instant need of being busy. He had to get that cycle going
and be off in pursuit, that was all there was to it.

"Give me a steady light," he directed. "I think he's probably
disconnected the wires of the magneto -- that's what I'd do if I
wanted to put a motor out of business in a hurry. And if that's
all, there's no great harm done."

"I don't see how you know all that!" wondered Jack. "I can ride
one of those things, but the best I can do is mend a puncture, if
I should have one."

"Oh!" said Dick, "it's easy enough," working while he talked.
"You see, the motor itself can't be hurt unless you take an axe to
it, and break it all up. But to start you've got to have a spark -
- and you get that from electricity. So there are these little
wires that make the connection. He didn't cut them, thank Heaven!
He just disconnected them. If he'd cut them I might really have
been up a tree because that's the sort of accident you wouldn't
provide for in a repair kit."

"It isn't an accident at all," said Jack, literally.