When Ashton was reached Sam and Dick found that the automobile and its party had gotten there ahead of them.
"I've found a place where we can store the biplane—or what's left of it," said Tom. "In that barn," and he pointed to a structure directly beside the tracks.
"Good enough!" cried Dick. "That will save the trouble and expense of hauling it any distance."
The flat car was stopped in front of the barn, and after some trouble the remains of the biplane were transferred to the structure. Then the section boss brought out a receipt which Dick signed.
"Next time I move a flying machine I'll make sure that orders are O. K.," he remarked, grimly.
"It might save a lot of trouble," answered Tom, dryly.
"Tell me—didn't you act on orders from that lawyer, Fogg?" questioned Dick, curiously.
"I did—if you want to know."
"I thought so. He's too sharp for his own good."
"You're right—and maybe he'll catch it for this," answered Jimmy Budley; and then he and his men rode away on the flat car, leaving our friends to themselves.