"I know that, Doctor."
It was five o'clock in the morning when Dick and Dave drove into the main street of Fenton. Yet they found an automobile in the road, and Dr. Warren, a very young man, hailed them.
"Drive right along, boys. I'll show you the way to the house," called the Fenton physician.
It was a very small and very plain little house of five rooms into which Reuben was carried, but it was a very neatly kept little house.
Reuben Hinman was put to bed and made as comfortable as possible.
"Are there any relatives to take care of this man?" Dick asked.
"There are relatives," replied Dr. Warren, with an odd smile, "but I guess we won't ask any of them to care for Reuben. There are a couple of good women among the neighbors, and I'll call them to come over here soon."
It was after six in the morning when Dr. Warren left the peddler, with two motherly looking women to take care of him.
Dr. Warren, after some conversation with the boys, returned to his home.
"As this is where we're going to meet Tom and the other fellows," said Dick, "I propose that we see if we can find a restaurant and have something to eat. Then we'll try to hire a couple of beds and leave a call for noon. I'm both hungry and fagged out."