"I wonder if we could hire a rig at the next farmhouse."
"Well, we can try that," answered Pepper.
Trundling their bicycles, they hurried along the country road until they reached a farmhouse.
"Looks as if they were all out or gone to bed," was Jack's comment, for not a light showed about the place.
"We'll soon know," returned Pepper, and he pounded lustily on the front door.
There was no answer to this summons, and he pounded again. But nobody appeared.
"Gone away for the day, I guess," he said. "Now what?"
"Let us leave our wheels in the barn," said Jack. "We can come back for them any time."
This they did, and after a look around the place, to make certain nobody was there, they passed out on the road once more. Pepper looked at his watch.
"Fifteen minutes to six," he announced.