He looked for short circuit. He changed the
carburetor adjustment, and Foster got a weary chug-chug that
ceased almost as soon as it had begun. He looked all the spark
plugs over, he went after the vacuum feed and found that working
perfectly. He stood back, finally, with his hands on his hips,
and stared at the engine and shook his head slowly twice.
Foster, in the driver's seat, swore and tried again to start
it. "Maybe if you cranked it," he suggested tentatively.
"What for? The starter turns her over all right. Spark's all
right too, strong and hot. However--" With a sigh of
resignation Bud got out what tools he wanted and went to work.
Foster got out and stood around, offering suggestions that were
too obvious to be of much use, but which Bud made it a point to
follow as far as was practicable.
Foster said it must be the carburetor, and Bud went
relentlessly after the carburetor. He impressed Foster with the
fact that he knew cars, and when he told Foster to get in and try
her again, Foster did so with the air of having seen the end of
the trouble. At first it did seem so, for the engine started at
once and worked smoothly until Bud had gathered his wrenches off
the running board and was climbing it, when it slowed down and
stopped, in spite of Foster's frantic efforts to keep it alive
with spark and throttle.
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