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The lights on his machine must have reassured him as to its safety when we emerged from the woods into the open, but he didn't lessen his speed. We got in the "autoo" and soon said good-by to the lane. At one time I believed it was good-by to everything, but at last we gained the highway, right side up. "Well!"
"He couldn't repeat what they said; at least, not so anyone could understand him." Many miles away we came upon a picturesque little old-time tavern where we had an appetizing dinner, and then continued on our aimless way. It was nearly ten o'clock when we returned to the hotel, where the owner of the "autoo" was waiting. Rob came down the roadway. "Where's Beth?" asked Silvia.
I did tell him how the loss of the note for twenty-four hours had caused a general excitement, but he felt no remorse for his share in the situation, blaming Diogenes entirely and bidding me "punch the kid's face" for unpinning the note. On my return from Windy Creek I was fortunate enough to fall in with a farmer who lived near the hotel. He was driving some sort of a machine he called an autoo.
He stopped the "autoo" and pulled a bottle from an inner pocket. "You kin taste it better than I kin tell it," he declared. "Take a pull a condumned good one."
I'd like to hev gone in and seen it nigh to, if I hadn't happened to think of this 'ere autoo. You see I ain't got it all paid for yet. I'm jest clean beat. You don't mind my takin' a leetle pull at a stone fence, do you?" "I guess not," I assented somewhat dubiously, however. "That was a rail fence we took a pull at back in the lane, wasn't it?
"You're right, Lucien. I don't, but your sister is surely the greatest enigma of them all." I rented the stone fence farmer's "autoo" and took Silvia and Diogenes to a neighboring town that afternoon. We didn't get back to the hotel until dinner time. "What have you been up to all day, Rob?" I asked. "Numerous things. For one, I strolled down to the haunted house."
I'll rent the 'autoo' again, and we will go through the country and dine at some little wayside inn." "Get the 'autoo', now, Lucien," advised Beth privately, "and make an early start, so Rob and I can take supplies from the store without arousing Silvia's suspicions."
My farmer friend turned quickly and fled toward the grove. I followed fleetly. "What's your rush?" I asked, when I had overtaken him. "I just happened to remember," he explained gaspingly, "that there's a pesky autoo thief in these 'ere parts. Bukins had his stole jest last night."
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