Amy nodded and put his hand on the quadrant.
"Now then!" The engine started after several crankings and Amy pulled a lever.

Unfortunately, however, he pulled the wrong one and the engine, as Amy said, immediately choked to death.

The youth observed him more in sorrow than in anger and drew a sleeve over his perspiring forehead.
"Awfully sorry," said Amy.

"I got the wrong handle.

Try it again." The clock showed four-forty-four and Clint saw the car roll around the corner into the square.