"Where's Grace?" asked the young millionaire. The subject of the broken-down runabout did not seem to interest him.
"She is up at the farmhouse on the hill," answered Tom.
"And we are going to take her back to the Larkinburg hotel in our auto," added Sam.
"Oh, all right, then, go ahead and do it."
"Do you want to ride with us?" questioned Tom.
"I don't know that I do. I'll stay here and take care of my runabout. If you'll tell my sister that I'm all right, that is all I want."
"Very well, just as you say," answered Tom. He took his brother by the arm. "Come on, Sam, there is no use of wasting time here."
"I'll be with you in a minute, Tom," was the younger brother's reply. "You go on ahead, I want to say just a few words more to Waltham."
"No use of your getting into a fight, Sam," returned Tom in a low voice.
"There won't be any fight unless he starts it."