"A yellow roadster," Frank told him.
One of the men removed his hat and mopped his brow.
"Seems to me," he observed, "I did see a car come by here a while ago."
"A yellow car?"
"No—twan't a yeller car. It was a delivery truck, if I remember rightly."
Frank strove to conceal his impatience.
"It was a roadster I was asking about. A yellow roadster."
"Not one of them there coops, hey?" asked the oldest man in the group doubtfully.
"No, not a coupé. A roadster."
"Roadster, eh?" remarked the old farmer. "That's one of them there autymobiles with just two seats and a little cupboard in the back, eh?"