They were scarcely five miles from their destination when, bang! went a
report that made the girls clutch at each other wildly. At first they
jumped to the conclusion that they were being held up again, but close on
the heels of the first thought came the conviction of the truth. Mollie
had had a blowout!

Betty, looking behind, saw the big car stop and brought her own little
roadster to a standstill once more. "There is nothing wrong with our
tires, is there?" she asked of Grace. "Look over your side, Gracie, and
see."

Finding nothing amiss, they jumped out and ran back to Mollie to offer
assistance. Mollie was eyeing the flat tire gloomily and saying things
under her breath that none of the girls could catch. Then as Betty spoke
to her she seemed to come to life and ran around to the back of the
machine.

"Of course you can help," she answered, working to release the extra tire.
"I would like to see you get out of it. Lucky I bought an extra tire
before we started, though I did hope," here she glared at the girls as if
it were all their fault, "that I wouldn't have to use it so soon. We've
had more trouble on this ride than any I can remember. A hold-up, sheep
and--this!"

"Well, there is no use talking about it," Betty reminded her cheerfully.
"The less we talk, the harder we can work and the sooner we shall get
started again."

"Yes, that's all very well," grumbled Mollie, as she fumbled for her