"I was a fool to let her out as I did," he added bluntly.

"I'll know better next time." That was Tom, often headstrong but quick to acknowledge a fault.
Not without much difficulty did the three youths manage to get the ropes disentangled from the rear wheels and the back axle.

It was found that one of the hooks had gone into a tire, causing a blow-out that, in the general excitement, nobody had noticed.

But otherwise everything seemed to be all right, apart, of course, from the broken brake rod, and the boys were thankful.
"I guess we can manage to run to the nearest blacksmith shop," said Dick, "and there we can get the rod mended." "What a lucky thing that big hook caught in the rock!" cried Sam.
"It's the one thing that saved us from going into the carriage," returned Tom, and his face was very sober as he spoke.

For a time being he did not feel like running the car further and readily agreed to let Sam take hold, after another tire had been adjusted.