Then one shoe was raised, to press tight against a wheel; metal touched metal, a feminine gasp sounded as strength was exerted in vain, then eddying dust as the foot stamped, accompanied by an exasperated ejaculation.
"Ding these old lugs! They 're rusted! Got that jack in place yet ?" "Yes! I'm raising the car now." "Oh, please hurry." There was pleading in the tone now.

"Please!" The car creaked upward.

Out came Fairchild, brushing the dust from his clothes.

But already the girl was pressing the lug wrench into his hands.
"Don't mind that dirt," came her exclamation.

"I 'll--I 'll give you some extra money to get your suit cleaned.