Evening star., 1935-05-26

way dIounO the CurVlng woodland ROAD; and
the Cady houseparty dropped from view.
II don't see anything the matter with this
car" observed Marty. obviously determined
to be gracious and friendly on the way in.
The Ark is an honest 1926" said Cy.
When they emerged onto an oiled road. the
afternoon sun blazed torridly. A few miles
further, and Cy pulled over by the ditch and
stopped.
"Troublel" inquired Marty
Got to test the tires Pressure goes up fast
on day like this"
Followed what seemed an interminable wait
to Marty, as she sat in the sitting heat. while
kissing sounds arose from time to time as Cv
let few pounds of air out of each tire. Fin
ally he climbed in and slowed his long frame
under the wheel again.
You are cautious and thorough about
everything, aren't youl" said Marty.
Its better than being dumb and careless
The Ark rolled forward again. Twenty min
utes after they came out on the white glare of
a concrete highway. the Ark stopped once
more.
What wrong now?'
Final test of tires. " he informed her cheer
fully skinning the case back from the pressure
gauge. "You could fry eggs on this pavement"
I'm frying right here, snapped Marty, at
the end of her patience THE Lord deliver me
from engineers!'
Funny how you're always cooler if YOU
keep your shirt on" AT her stony silence he
affably volunteered further explanation.
Tire pressure often jumps ten to twenty
pounds on a day like today. This right front
has seen better times. A loud hiss marked the
release of some more air. Don't want to land
us in the ditch"
AS he climbed under the steering wheel
again, she inquired acidly, "Will this - ah -.--
affair do more than thirty miles an hour?"
We've been doing forty-five most of the
way"
II thought it just shook like forty-fve."
Grimly he bore down on the throttle, until
the speedometer needle danced at sixty-five.
A hot blast as from furnace belched in
through the open windshield. as they thun-
dered over the sizzling concrete.
BAN! The Ark lurched crafty. careened off
the pavement - then on - then off, Mart.
dutched wildly for something to hold onto.
Cys long right arm shot across in front of her
and showed her firmly down in place. as he
seesawed madly at the steering wheel with
his left, and trampled clutch and brake pedals
with his feet. The right front tire flipfapped
loosely. in slowing tempo; then the Ark
bumped a tree and stopped solidly.
Cy was lifted from his seat by the impact,
and doubled partially across the steering
wheel. He felt a stinging pain in his forehead.
his breath left him in mighty grunt. and his
right arm. which had held Marty in place
like an oak two-by -four, went limp. He
looked up dizzily.
'Oh. Cy. Cy, you're hurt" Marty sobbed
She mopped something warm and sticky off
his face with aswiftly reddening handkerchief.
"Okay." he said gruffly. Bumped the rear
vision mirror, that's all. You all righta"
Perfect. But you are you sure -"
"Yes = but you'd better have come in one
of those 1895 models"
II asked Lila to get you to drive me in"
"You asked her1"
Norm French offered to bring me. But
wanted chance to square things - for being
such rotter."
II was the rotter, this morning."
"You scored a knockout in our little war.
But honest, Cy. was scared to death you'd
drown your fool self - when you insisted on
swimming in from the boat. And Cy II have
to have this even tan on my arms and legs,