"Wow! he's goin' to have Budley locked up!" exclaimed a small boy.
"See here, don't you get fresh!" stormed the section boss, eying Dick angrily.
"We'll have a policeman settle this," answered the oldest Rover boy. "This is our property, and we can easily prove it. You had no right to touch it."
"I had orders," said Jimmy Budley, doggedly.
"Why don't you telephone to the office, Jimmy?" suggested a friend. "Maybe there was some mistake."
"Wasn't no mistake," growled the section boss; nevertheless he hopped down from the flat car and hurried in the direction of a shanty wherein was located a telephone. Dick followed him.
"You can tell them what I said," said the youth; "And they may find it to their interest to call up Mr. Belright Fogg before they give you orders."
"Have you seen Fogg?" demanded the section boss.
"Yes."
"Did he say you could take the machine?"