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"Wait; I'll go back and halt the fellows and bring Dave forward with me." In a few moments this had been done. Darry gazed at the red Smattach with gleaming eyes. "This is surely our chance!" he muttered. "Now, what can we do?" All three were silent for a few moments. Then Tom Reade smote his thigh with one hand. "I have it," he muttered excitedly.
"How do you know they're not in this part of the country?" asked Prescott dryly. Then, of the farmer, he further inquired: "What kind of a car were they driving, sir?" "A red Smattach, last year's model," answered the man. "That's just what the Dodge automobile runabout is, and Smattach cars are not common in this section," muttered Prescott.
"You couldn't do anything else but fight," retorted Greg sharply. "That's the only reason why I fought," Prescott rejoined. Half or three quarters of an hour later two resonant honks sounded from the red Smattach automobile up at the roadside. Dick & Co. rightly judged that Simpson had taken this means of signaling them that the Smattach car was ready to go on its way again.
"I've been thinking " Dalzell went on, "that it would be awfully funny, wouldn't it, if that red Smattach belonged, not to Dodge, but to some fellow we've never seen before?" "It would be inexpressibly funny!" growled Tom Reade. "And what would be funnier than anything else would be our frantic efforts to make a satisfactory explanation."
Tom Reade gave a start when he found himself gazing at a red runabout that stood just off the road and apparently deserted. "Humph! That's a Smattach, too," declared Tom. "It must be the Dodge car. Bert and Bayliss must be somewhere about." Dick stood surveying the car with speculative eyes. "I know what you're thinking about," Tom whispered.
Tom and Dave started along the forest path, each carrying a tire slung over one shoulder. Dick, darting back, brought up the other fellows. All took a gleeful look at the red Smattach as they passed, then hurried on. Down to a level bit of ground at the lakeside Dick led the last of his friends. Tom and Dave were already there, the two pneumatic tires standing against the trunk o a tree.
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