“All Jonadab said was 'Bosh!' and 'Humph!' but he couldn't help actin' interested, particular as Mrs. Bassett kept him alongside of the machine and was so turrible interested herself. And when, this partic'lar afternoon, Henry G. invites us all to go out with him for a little 'roll around,' the widow was so tickled and insisted so that he just HAD to go; he didn't dast say no. “Somehow or 'nother--I ain't just sure yet how it happened--the seatin' arrangements was made like this: Jonadab and Bradbury on the front seat, and me and Henrietta in the stuffed cockpit astern. We rolled out and purred along the road, smooth as a cat trottin' to dinner. No speedin', no joltin', no nothin'. 'TWAS a 'gentleman's car'; there wa'n't no doubt about that. “We went 'way over to Bayport and Orham and beyond. And all the time Bradbury kept p'intin' out the diff'rent levers to Jonadab and tellin' him how to work 'em. Finally, after we'd headed back, he asked Jonadab to take the wheel and steer her a spell. Said his heart was feelin' sort of mean and 'twould do him good to rest. “Jonadab said no, emphatic and more'n average ugly, but Henry G. kept beggin' and pleadin', and pretty soon the widow put in her oar. He must do it, to please her. He had SAID he could do it--had told her so--and now he must make good. Why, when Mr. Loveland-- “'All right,' snarls Jonadab. 'I'll try. But if ever--' “'Hold on!' says I. 'Here's where I get out.' “However, they wouldn't let me, and the Cap'n took the wheel. His jaw was set and his hands shakin', but he done it. Hettie had give her orders and she was skipper. “For a consider'ble spell we just crawled. Jonadab was steerin' less crooked every minute and it tickled him; you could see that. “'Answers her hellum tiptop, don't she?' he says. “'Bet your life!' says Bradbury. 'Better put on a little more speed, hadn't we?'” He put it on himself, afore the new pilot could stop him, and we commenced to move. “'When you want to make her jump,' he says, you press down on that with your foot, and you shove the spark back.' “'Shut up!' howls Jonadab. 'Belay! Don't you dast to touch that. I'm scart to death as 'tis. Here! you take this wheel.' “But he wouldn't, and we went on at a good clip. For a green hand the Cap'n was leavin' a pretty straight wake. “'Gosh!' he says, after a spell; 'I b'lieve I'm kind of gettin' the hang of the craft.' “'Course you are,' says Bradbury. 'I told--Oh!' “He straightens up, grabs at his vest, and slumps down against the back of the seat. “'What IS it?' screams the widow. 'Oh, what IS it, Mr. Bradbury?' “He answers, plucky, but toler'ble faintlike. My heart!' he gasps. 'I--I'm afraid I'm goin' to have one of my attacks. I must get to a doctor quick.' “'Doctor!' I sings out. 'Great land of love! there ain't a doctor nigher than Denboro, and that's four mile astern.' “'Never mind,' cries the Bassett woman. 'We must go there, then. Turn around, Jonadab! Turn around at once! Mr. Bradbury--'