CHAPTER XV

A LONELY NIGHT "Can't you make it work?" asked Hazel, when Sylvia had spent some time over the self-starter. "I can't," was the answer, and Sylvia tried to keep from her voice any trace of anxiety or peevishness. But really she was tired and nervous. "Let me try," suggested Alice, who was quite strong. "If I can't make the starter work I can turn the flywheel over by hand." The self-starter operated on a storage battery, something like the mechanism of an automobile, but not as easily. But while the starter itself …