"Have you looked at the intake valve ?" he asked pathetically.
"Why, sure.

It's all right.

Everything's all right, as far as I can find out." Bud looked Foster straight in the eye--and if his own were a bit anxious, that was to be expected.
"Everything's all right," he added measuredly.

"Only, she won't go." He waited, watching Foster's face.
Foster chewed a corner of his lip worriedly.

"Well, what do you make of it ?" His tone was helpless.
Bud threw out his two hands expressively, and shook his head.