"I know it, but you've got to have a safer road than this, Tom."
"Beware of the turn!" cried Sam, who sat on the front seat with Tom, while Dick was alone in the tonneau. "It's a bad one!"
"I know it, but I'll make it," answered Tom, and then the touring car reached a bend in the road, and went whizzing around it with a sudden lurch that made Sam cling desperately to the seat and sent Dick flying from one side of the tonneau to the other.
"Tom, be careful!" cried Sam. "Do you want to pitch me out on my head?"
"Do that again, and I'll make you let Sam drive," came from Dick.
"It was the brake—it didn't act just right," answered Tom, just a little frightened. "I think it's loose."
"Better stop and look at it," answered Dick, promptly.
"Oh, I guess it's all right," said Tom. The touring car continued to move along, up a winding hill. Then came a level stretch for half a mile, and then a sharp descent, leading into Carwood.
"Now be careful" commenced Dick. And then stopped short, for a sudden snapping sound reached his ears.
