“I don’t see how——” began Billy, but at that instant he was interrupted.
A shrill yell arose from inside the house. Then there followed a wild commotion.
Without warning, there was a crash of glass, as a china plate came through one of the lower windows. Another followed, and another, then a chair burst through the window.
“Wow! Lemme out o’ here!” came a shrill yell. “I want to go home!”
Through the window protruded a frightened countenance.
“It’s the garage driver from Carsonville!” yelled Billy. “Come on, old scout!”
“Wow! Lemme out o’ here!”
It was evident that the young fellow was scared almost out of his head. He took a flying leap through the window and landed in a rose-bush. In his hand he held two more plates, and as he scrambled to his feet he hurled them against the house.
Then, paying no attention to Clancy and Billy, he rushed across the barnyard and cranked up his machine. It was evident that he had broken loose, and was too frightened to do anything but hit it up for home.
“Let him go,” said Clancy. “We’ll get in that window, Billy!”