“Twins, by Jove!” exclaimed Jack.
John, when he beheld the newer car, started violently and stared in silence.
The foreman, Tom, was chuckling to himself.
“Sister ships, I call ’em. Funny thing; here you come, asking me to put our car in A1 condition, with a new set of tires, by six o’clock tomorrow. We’ve just finished doing the same thing to this one for a party of Girl Scouts. They’re comin’ for her at eight o’clock tomorrow; they motored here all the way from Philadelphia, and they’re startin’ back tomorrow. Some girls!”
All three young men exchanged amused glances during this recital. It was evident that the girls’ performance had gained the man’s admiration.
“The car looks fine after coming all that distance,” remarked John, carelessly. “They must have taken good care of it. Is it in good shape for the return?”
“Fine! These are some cars! I asked the young lady who seemed to be the leader of the crowd how they came to pick out this particular make, and she said a friend of hers who knew cars picked it out. I’ll say he knew something. Well, I got to get to work if you gentlemen are to have this boat by six o’clock.”
When they reached the street, Jack exclaimed, “Talk about luck! You’d better hold on to me, Hadley, or I’ll be doing a war-dance right here on the pavement!”
“Ted, you wonderful fellow!” cried John. “When I called on you for help I had an idea it would be a good deal like rubbing a magical lamp, but you’re a far more powerful genie than I ever dreamed. What’s the secret of your hold on that man Tom?”
Ted Fisher looked pleased at the obvious appreciation of the two friends. Yet he hesitated before he answered: