Motor Rangers Through the Sierras

Excerpt: "e;"e;Say Nat, I thought that this was to be a pleasure trip?"e; Joe Hartley, the perspiration beading his round, good-natured countenance, pushed back his sombrero and looked up whimsically from the punctured tire over which he was laboring. "e;Well, isn't half the pleasure of running an auto finding out how many things you don't know about it?"e; laughingly rejoined Nat Trevor, the eldest and most experienced of the young Motor Rangers, as they had come to be called."e;