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A Six-Cylinder Courtship

A Six-Cylinder Courtship

Field, Edward Salisbury

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General World History

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ISBN10: 1151640727
ISBN13: 9781151640727
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 22
Weight: 0.13
Height: 0.05 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1907. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... XXIII I NOW tore off my dust-coat and jumped from the car. Yes, she was afire. And the tank held forty gallons of gasoline! Gad, what a blaze! And no rug to smother it with--nothing but a flimsy dust-coat! I tore off my other coat, and with it tried to beat out the flames; but the fire, fed from the hole in the tank, spread in spite of me, ran here and there in little rivers, mounted higher and higher, scorching the back of the tonneau, shriveling the paint. The more desperately I flayed it with my coat, the faster it seemed to burn. My coat was on fire! I cast it aside and, scooping up handfuls of dust, renewed the attack. That was the stuff! If I could only put out the fire directly under the hole in the tank, I'd win. Lordy, but it was hot! Bang! The gasoline had begun to vaporize. Bang! Bang! She was vaporizing to beat the band. I kicked dust, I burrowed in it like a dog, I filled my cap with it. I'd try to stuff the cap into the hole in the tank. Why hadn't I thought of it before? BOOM! A sheet of flame shot heavenward. Explosion followed explosion. BOOM! BOOM! I jumped back involuntarily, and bumped into something. There was a hand on my arm. It was Marian! Go away! I yelled. She did not move. A gust of wind drove the flame almost into our faces. I picked her up, as if she'd been a child, and hurried down the road. At a safe distance I set her down, then turned abruptly. The tonneau was now a blazing furnace. There was a hopeless smell of melting rubber. It was as gloomy as a funeral. At a safe distance, I set her down; then turned abruptly. Hi* N DEGREES YORK PUBLIC LIBRART ASTOK. LENOl TILDEN FOUNDATIONS The flames leaped higher and higher. They leaped forward like a pack of wolves, licking and spitting. I could bear to look no longer. My dear old ca...

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