Runs pretty well, though, when it's in shape." "I hope," said Clint, "it's in shape today." "Sure.

I was two hours fixing it this morning.

Now I'll show you if she can go." He did and she could! They passed the school and the football field at a thirty-mile clip and, a little further out of town, hit it up still faster.

Clint and Amy bumped around in the tonneau like two dried peas in a pod.

The engine was by no means noiseless and from somewhere under their feet there came a protesting grind that nearly drowned their efforts at conversation.