“Sure it is!” answered Jimmie. “I don’t remember the appearance of the cab so well, but I know just how the horses looked.”
“He must have found a ten-dollar fare out here!” Carl suggested.
“Yes, and he must have come out by a roundabout way in order to prevent our seeing him. Now what do you think he did that for? Why should he care whether we see him or not?”
As the boy asked the question the rig which they had been discussing was driven slowly away, not in the direction of the road, but toward the back end of the field.
“Something mighty funny going on here!” Jimmie declared. “I guess it’s a good thing we came out.”
When the boys came up to where the machines were lying, Doran was the first one to approach.
“Little nervous about your machines, eh?” he asked.
“Rather,” replied Jimmie. “We came out with the idea of taking a short trip to see if they still are in working order.”
“Well,” Doran said with a scowl, “of course you know that you can’t take the machines out without an order from Mr. Bixby!”