The Scarlet Runner
"We tried to hire a car all over the show. There are only four in the town, and Dr. Winnett had taken his on his rounds. Old Leather would have lent us his, but his uncle had been out over some new stones the day before, and busted the tires. The parson wouldn't lend his, of course. Said he made a rule never to lend a fountain pen, or a bicycle, or a motor car on account of the other person's feeling so bad, if anything happened.
"Well, Dickie? Do get on."
"Do you suppose anyone's prigged the Scarlet Runner?" Dickie asked. "It's a rum go."
"Did he find one?"
"Well," said Dickie, "Old Tubbs, at the White Dragon 's just bought one second-hand. It's called the Pearl of the Ages, or something like that, and he lets it out on hire."
"I see—and Georgie hired it. Thank goodness!"
"You needn't," said Dickie promptly, "’cause you're not so jolly clever as you
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