“Did you see any gypsies around?” questioned Dave.
“No. We haven’t had a gypsy around here in years. We don’t stand for gypsies any more than we do for tramps.”
When the two chums returned to their automobile they saw nearby a middle-aged man with a motorcycle. He was bending over the machine, trying to fix something, and as they came closer he hailed them.
“Is that your car over there?” he questioned.
“It is,” answered Dave.
“Then, would you mind lending me a small wrench for a few minutes? I just broke mine.”
“Certainly,” answered Dave.
The tool was brought forth, and the man at once set to work to use it. While the two chums looked on the man spoke about the trials and tribulations he had had with the motorcycle and of a trip he had made to that vicinity some time before. Being questioned, it developed that he had been on hand when the train containing the two girls had stopped there.
“I was quite interested in that hot box they had, and I was talking to the fireman about it,” he said.
“Did you see any of the folks leave the train?” questioned Dave. “We are very anxious to find out.” And then, seeing the look of surprise on the man’s face, he gave his reasons.