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 electrical wiring and spark. Sometimes he worked all night.

"Sick? No, I never was sick," he says. "It isn't overworking that breaks men down; it's overplaying and overeating. I never ate too much, and I felt all right, no matter how long I worked. Of course, sometimes I was pretty tired."

One day he called his wife out to the shed. The little engine, set up on blocks, was humming away, its flywheel a blur in the air. The high speed revolutions that made the automobile possible were an accomplished fact.

"Oh, Henry! It's done! You've finished it!" she said happily.

"No, that's just the beginning. Now I've got to figure out the transmission, the steering gear and a—a lot of things," he replied.