But it
seemed that the evil genius of bad luck was not yet through with them.
They were scarcely five miles from their destination when, bang! went
a report that made the girls clutch at each other wildly. At first
they jumped to the conclusion that they were being held up again, but
close on the heels of the first thought came the conviction of the
truth. Mollie had had a blowout!
Betty, looking behind, saw the big car stop and brought her own little
roadster to a standstill once more.
"There is nothing wrong with our tires, is there?" she asked of Grace.
"Look over your side, Gracie, and see."
Finding nothing amiss, they jumped out and ran back to Mollie to offer
assistance. Mollie was eyeing the flat tire gloomily and saying things
under her breath that none of the girls could catch. Then as Betty
spoke to her she seemed to come to life and ran around to the back of
the machine.
"Of course you can help," she answered, working to release the extra
tire. "I would like to see you get out of it. Lucky I bought an extra
tire before we started, though I did hope," here she glared at the
girls as if it were all their fault, "that I wouldn't have to use it
so soon.
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