"Know anything about cars?" he grunted presently.
"Yes," I replied. "I've doctored up some rotten ones in my time."
"Well, what's the matter here?" he said. "I can't adjust these brakes so that they'll hold, and yet the lining's almost new."
I bent down and looked under the wheel. "You can't take up any more there," I said. "You must do the adjustment at the other end, at the connecting-rod under the footboard at the front seat."
He looked impressed. "Oh! That's it, is it?" he said frowningly, and then he smiled grimly. "Well, as you're so clever, perhaps you'll do it for me yourself. You're younger than I am."
"Certainly," I replied, and I whipped off my coat instantly and threw it on the car.
"Oh, I didn't really mean it," he said, getting rather red. "You'll make your hands in a f
