What are you going to do ?" The driver of the automobile looked up the road and down.

"I might go back and look for that nut," he muttered, "or I might go on to Maxwell's, or I might stay here and wait for someone to come along.
Guess I'll wait a while." "Well, we've got to beat it," said Amy.

"Sorry about your car.

Is there anything we can do if we ever reach Wharton ?" The youth shook his head philosophically.

"No, I'll get word to Bumstead before you get there, I guess.