“All right. Now when we get to that next telegraph pole, Tom, stop her!” Tom took his eyes off the road ahead long enough to glance at the pole in question and the car headed promptly toward the stone wall, and Willard set up a howl. The Ark was brought back into the path, and Tom, frowning terrifically, released his clutch, threw forward the lever and jammed down on his foot brake. The car came to a sudden stop some fifteen feet short of the post. “Don’t be so sharp with your brake,” advised Jimmy. “All right. Now start her forward again and stop right at the post.” This time Tom made a simply superb stop. “Good. Now back her,” directed Jimmy. Tom looked vacantly at the levers, forgot to release his clutch and made a horrible noise by trying to throw the lever into the reverse. At last, however, the car began going backward, Willard leaning fearsomely out and shouting constant warnings, and Tom toiling mightily at the wheel. Then Jimmy ordered him to stop and start ahead again. A hundred yards further on Jimmy said suddenly, “Stop her quick!” Tom jammed on the foot brake, forgetting to release his clutch again. “Clutch!” bawled Jimmy. “Stop her!” Tom, perspiring freely now, got his left foot at work and the car stopped. “Don’t put your foot brake on hard,” advised Jimmy, “without releasing your clutch. You wear it out if you do. Now when I say stop her quick I mean _quick_. See? What’s the quickest way to stop her?” Tom’s wandering, puzzled gaze fell on the emergency brake. He seized it. “This!” he exclaimed triumphantly. Jimmy nodded approvingly. “Right-o! Remember that quick means that, then. Let her go again.” After they were started: “Now put her into second,” said Jimmy. “Forward, across and forward again.” Tom made poor work of that shifting and he had to do it many times until he could accomplish it with what was very nearly one motion. But the most of that lesson was devoted to stopping and starting, and by the time the car was headed back toward Audelsville Tom was pretty well worn out, but twice as enthusiastic as he had been before. Jimmy allowed him to keep the wheel, the car running slowly on high speed, almost into town, Jimmy himself managing the steering whenever they met a vehicle, which was infrequently. Tom discovered that after a while steering was something that almost did itself, that as he grew accustomed to it he was able to keep the car in the road without any especial effort.