The Mellette County pioneer. [volume] (Wood, Mellette County, S.D.) 19??-1971, 1922-11-17
forward along the road-and the noise
told a story of speed.

ioTWdTu along the OaQ-and the noise
told a story of speed.
Far at the brow Of q steep hill II
appeared. seeming to hang in space
for an instant before leaping down
ward. Rushing, p~lunging, once skid
ding dangerously at a small curve, it
made the descent, bumped we a
bridge, was lost for a second in the
pines, then sped toward him, q big
touring car, with a small, fesolute
hgure clinging to the wheel. Then,
with a report like q revolver shot, the
machine suddenly Slowed in drunken
fashion far TO n side of the road,
hung dangerously over the steep cliff
an instant, righted itself, swayed for
ward and stopped, barely twenty-five
yards away. Staring, Robert Fair
child saw that a small, trim figure had
leaped forth and was waving excited
ly TO him, and he ran forward.
His first glance had proclaimed it a
boy; the second had told a different
story. A girl-dressed in far different
fashion from Robert F|airchild's lin
tied specifications of feminine garb-
she caused him to gasp in surprise,
then to stop and stare. Again she
waved a hand and stamped a foot ex-
cltedly; q vehement little thing in a
snug whipcord riding habit and a
c~heckered cap pulled tight over close
ly braided hair, she awaited him with
all the impatienee of impetuous wom-
anhood.
"For goodness sake, come herew
she called, as he still stood gaping.
I'll give you five dollars. Hurry!"
Fairchild managed to voice the fact
that he would be willing to help with
out remuneration, as he hurried for
ward. She dived for the tOnneau,
Jerking with all her strength at the
heavy seat cushion, as he stepped to
the running board beside her.
Cant get this dinged thing up! !"
she painted. always sticks when
you're in a hurry. That's it! Jerk it.
Thanks! Here!" She reached for
ward and a small, s%un-tanned hand
grasped a greasy jack, "Slide under
the back axle and put this jack In
place, will you? And rush 1t! I've
got to change a tire In nothing fiat f!
Hurry"
Fairchild, almost before he knew 1t,
found himself under the rear OF the
car, fussing. with q refractory lifting
jack and trying to keep his eyes from
the view of trinity clad, ~brown-shod
little feet, as they battered about at
the side Of the car, hurried to the run-
ming board, then stopped as wrenches
and a hammer clattered to the
ground. Then one shoe vas raised,
to press tight against a wheel; metal
touched metal, a feminine gasp sound
ed as strength was exerted In vain,
then eddying dust as the foot stamped,
accompanied by an exasperated ejacu-
lation.
"Ding these old Tugs! They're rust.
ed! Got that jack in place yet"
Eyes! I'm raising the car now"
ooh, please hurry" There was
pleading in the ton now. "Please! ~
The car creaked upward. Out came
Fairchild, brushing the dust from his
clothes. But already the girl was
pressing tha lug wrench into his
hands.
Don't mind that dirt" came her
exclamation. "I1l--Ill give you some
extra money to get your suit cleaned
Loosen those Jugs. while l get the
snare fire off the hack And for good
ness sake, please hurry!"
Astonishment had taken away
speech for Fairchild. He could only
wonderland obey, while behind him