"Which Mr. Rover?" demanded Sam, eagerly.
"The party said any of 'em would do," answered the bellboy.
"I'll go," said Sam, eagerly, before either of his brothers or their wives could speak.
"All right, Sam. I'll follow in case you want me or any of the others," answered Tom.
The telephone booths were located in the lobby of the hotel, and Sam was quickly shown to one of them. While he talked Tom stood by, but caught only a few words of what was said.
"Hello!"
"Oh, is this you, Sam?" came over the wire in Grace's voice. "I'm so glad! I have been trying to get somebody for the last ten minutes but they couldn't give me the hotel connection."
"Where are you?" questioned the youth. "Has anything happened?" for the tone of the girl's voice indicated that she was very much agitated.
"Oh, Sam! I want you or some of the others to come and get me," cried Grace. "The runabout has broken down, and I don't think Mr. Waltham can fix it. And we are miles and miles away from Larkinburg!"
"A breakdown, eh? Why, sure, I'll come and get you, Grace. Where are you?"