CHAPTER XXIII—ROUGHING IT
Agnes had an excellent opportunity to say “I told you so!” to Neale; but did not even mention to her boy chum the fact that he could not have searched the barn very thoroughly upon his first visit to the place.
For Mr. Collinger’s stolen automobile was there under the hay. By the light of their own automobile lanterns Neale uncovered the runabout and finally hauled it out on the barn floor.
“What do you suppose is the matter with it?” asked Ruth.
“Why, nothing, of course,” cried Mrs. Heard, almost in tears, she was so happy. “Philly will be so delighted.”
“Guess I’d better telegraph to him in the morning when I send for that casting—eh?” said Neale.
“Oh! if you will, Neale,” said the chaperone. “He can come and get the car himself. Oh, dear me! isn’t this just the finest thing that’s happened to us during our tour?”
“It is, indeed, Mrs. Heard,” Ruth agreed.
“And all because of Sammy,” said Neale. “Sammy, you’re some kid.”
“Of course I am,” agreed that irrepressible. “I guess you’re all glad now that I came with you, ain’t you?”