"Now, if you will start your engine and give me just a little lift, I
think I can draw you in. Can you steer the car enough to keep it in
the road, do you think?"

"I will try," answered the driver. "But if I find I can't, I'll toot
my horn, which will be the signal for you to stop."

It was all the old mare could do to draw the heavy car over the slight
rise of ground that lay just beyoud where the automobile had been
stalled; yet, with the aid of the power of the car itself, they
managed to make the hill all right. At last the boy pulled the car and
its occupants up in front of the blacksmith shop in the village,
collecting his fee with the air of one used to transacting similar
business every day.

Tad, however, did not return to the woods that day. Instead, he turned
old Jinny toward home, which he made all haste to reach.

Arriving there he placed the money he had earned in his mother's
hands.

"Just earned it with Jinny," he explained proudly, in answer to her
surprised look. "I'll get the wood to-morrow, and maybe I'll catch
another automobile."

However, Tad's luck deserted him next day, though three days later he
earned a dollar and a half towing in a disabled car.

This led the lad to ponder deeply, the result being a hurried trip to