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Chapter 13
Inthesilenceawood-pigeonbegantocooroo-hoohoo!roo-hoohoo!Cliffordshutherupwithablastonthehorn.
Thekeeperappeareddirectly,stridinginquiringlyroundthecorner.Hesaluted.
’Doyouknowanythingaboutmotors?’askedCliffordsharply.
’IamafraidIdon’t.Hasshegonewrong?’
’Apparently!’snappedClifford.
Themancrouchedsolicitouslybythewheel,andpeeredatthelittleengine.
’I’mafraidIknownothingatallaboutthesemechanicalthings,SirClifford,’hesaidcalmly.’Ifshehasenoughpetrolandoil--’
’Justlookcarefullyandseeifyoucanseeanythingbroken,’snappedClifford.
Themanlaidhisgunagainstatree,tookoffhiscoat,andthrewitbesideit.Thebrowndogsatguard.Thenhesatdownonhisheelsandpeeredunderthechair,pokingwithhisfingeratthegreasylittleengine,andresentingthegrease-marksonhiscleanSundayshirt.
’Doesn’tseemanythingbroken,’hesaid.Andhestoodup,pushingbackhishatfromhisforehead,rubbinghisbrowandapparentlystudying.
’Haveyoulookedattherodsunderneath?’askedClifford.’Seeiftheyareallright!’
Themanlayflatonhisstomachonthefloor,hisneckpressedback,wrigglingundertheengineandpokingwithhisfinger.Conniethoughtwhatapatheticsortofthingamanwas,feebleandsmall-looking,whenhewaslyingonhisbellyonthebigearth.
’SeemsallrightasfarasIcansee,’camehismuffledvoice.
’Idon’tsupposeyoucandoanything,’saidClifford.
’SeemsasifIcan’t!’Andhescrambledupandsatonhisheels,collierfashion.
