"Hey!" he cried, angrily, as Tom speeded past, "don't you know you got to give warnin' when you're comin' with one of them ther golswizzled things! By Jehossephat I'll have th' law on ye ef ye do thet ag'in!"
"I forgot to ring the bell," apologized Tom, as he sent out a peal from the gong, and then, he let out a few more amperes, and the speed increased.
"Hold on! I guess this is fast enough!" cried Mr. Damon, as his hat blew off.
"Fast?" answered Tom. "This is nothing to what I'll do when I use the full power. Then I'll"
He was interrupted by a sharp report, and a vivid flash of fire on a switch board near the steering wheel. The motor gave a sort of groan, and stopped, the car rolling on a little way, and then becoming stationary.
"Bless my collar button!" ejaculated Mr. Damon.
"What's the matter?" inquired Mr. Sharp.
"Some sort of a blow-out," answered Tom ruefully, as he shoved the starting handle over, trying to move the car. But it would not budge. The new auto had "gone dead" on her first try-out. The young inventor was grievously disappointed.
