Only once had there threatened to be any trouble between the chums on
account of rivalry over the cars. That had been when Mollie had taken
Betty's "dare" to a race and Betty's little roadster had won the day,
racing like a streak of light along the country road and leaving
Mollie's high-powered but more clumsy car far behind.
But Mollie had taken her defeat like the little sport she was-- even
though it must be admitted she had been considerably disappointed and
taken aback by her failure-- and in her ever since there had been a
great respect for Betty's car.
But now she eyed with impatience the bent figure of the Little Captain
as she still leaned over the wheel, her ear tuned to the purr of the
engine.
"For goodness' sake, what's the matter with you?" she cried. "I
thought you were the one who was in a hurry to be off and now look at
you-- sitting there like----"
"Engine is missing," Betty informed her briskly. "Guess I had better
have a look--"
"If you start fussing with bolts and screws now, you can count me
out," said Mollie, resolutely climbing back into her car.
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