New Britain herald., 1924-08-04
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 CHATTER TIT.
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No longer had she any idea that they would find the railroad and tho water tank at which it was possible 10 signal tho train. When ' o'clock came she dismissed that from her mind: all that was now loft was to get back to the ranch. Tho sheriff was right; it could not be done, as the Wreck said it could.
 She felt a sharp sense of humilia- ton at being lost on the range: that was trick for dudes, perhaps, but not for a girl born and raised within half n days ride. Tf only she could get q glimpse of Black Top; they could walk to 1t, even if they had to abandon the flivver But Black Top had vanished in a, mysterious way. somewhere behind miles of hummocks.
 "There'. water here somewhere" she called suddenly. watch your self"
 The Wreck circumnayignted q tree. steered straight for barrier of young alders and sent the machine crashing magnificently through. The front
  tilted forward at an angle Of 4b de- grees, plunged, fattened out again and came to a stop, hub deep in a stream.
 "There." said Sally, q told you there was water"
 "I never dentcd it." said the Wreck.
 Now what are you going to do?"
 He stepped out on the running board and descended briskly into the stream, which cooled his legs pleas .antly. Wading around to the rear of the car, he fumbled in the lug gage compartment, then appeared with a. canvas contraption which, upon being unfodcd. was a. bucket. '"I'm going to fill the radiator" he said. Water is exactly what we need"
 Sally made gesture of helpless exasperation and watched him as he went methodically about the task. The fiivver drank more than a buck etful and he nodded in satisfied way when at last 1t overfowed at the orifice t
 And now what?" she demanded.
 Now we drive on of coursc."
 He climbed back into the scat, after returning the bucket to its place, and damned his foot on the pedal that engages the clutch. The flivver trembled, moved, stopped again. There was terrifying rac- ing of the motor He did something more to the pedals and the gears were in reverse, but still the motor raced without producing a corre- spending movement in the car.
 "No traction" remarked the Wreck, as he glanced over the side and watched the rear wheel spinning in the stream.
 He stepped out again and trampcd around in the water for a while.
 Gold water is great stuff for the nerves" said the Wreck, looking up.
 She glanced at the sky. then at her watch, and there was dismay in her eyes.
 Do you know that 1t will be dark in about half an. hour?" she de- manded
 "He also took an observation of the sky, and nodded.
 And that the train went long ago, and that we're nowhere near any railroad--or anything?"
 T don't admit that we're nowhere near the railroad" he said. We've made a lot of progress. But I'll ad- init that we're not right on top of it."
 "Then what are you going to do?" she fairly shouted.
 He sloshed his legs about in the stream in a tentative, exploratory fashion.
 The bottoms hard enough" he said. but there's lot of slippery stones. She won't take hold. And the way things are, I cant get the chains on. She won't go forward and she won't so back. She needs a chance to cool out, anyhow"
 He seemed to be actually content ed. fact that was no less amazing to Sally than it was maddening.
 Do you mean to say we'll never get out, Mir Willams?" .
 The Wreck ruffed at once.
 T said nothing of the kind" he retorted. s T didn't even hint 1t. Certainly we'll get out. What do I carry a block and tackle for? You don't call this trouble, do you? She's been in worse fixes than this"
 After dark you can't run," she pointed out.
 Cant 1? You wait till turn on those road lights. She looks like two locomotives"
 You'd try to keep on running across country-at night?" she de- msnded, her voice incredulous.
 Certainly. You haven't seen those lights yet"
 Then you'll run without me, Mir. Williams I'd like to get back to the ranch. III take reasonable chances. If had a horse I could make It. Rnt"--she paused 10 settle an uncomprcmising gaze upon him I'm not insane. We're anchored here for the night"
 Sally stood in h@ place and glanced up and down stream The little river was not more than ten yards across. shallow everywhere and brisk of motion, with alders and