Just hear that old spurt wagon throb!" The boys sat some hundred feet in from the highway.

The automobile did not interest them much until----- Bang! Then the car stopped with a scraping sound.
"Gracious!" exclaimed Danny Grin, jumping up at the sound of the explosion.

Then he sat down once more, looking sheepish.
"Give up the Annapolis bee, Danny boy," laughed Tom.

"That was nothing but a tire blowing out.

If you got into the Navy, and a fourteen-inch gun went off when you weren't expecting it, you'd be half way to the planet Neptune before your comrades could call you back." "How easily we make light of other people's troubles," mused Prescott.
"What makes you say that ?" asked Darrin.
"Why, for instance, that party down in the road has been stopped by a blown-out tire.