"Get some water for the radiator. It's almost out. I see a well over here."
He approached it to draw up the bucket, when a window was raised, and the head of Mr. Duncaster was thrust out.
"Here! Keep away from that well!" he cried. "You shan't have any of my water for your old rip-snorting contraption. I believe you are the fellow who ran into me the other night. Get away from there and water your machine somewhere else."
"Hum! You're a cheerful companion for yourself in your old age," remarked the chauffeur, as he turned back.
CHAPTER XI
A RIVALRY
"What are you going to do?" asked Dick of the auto driver, as the three walked out of the yard of the mean man, watched all the way by the squinting eyes of Mr. Duncaster.
"Oh, I'll go to some place down the road where they're not so careful of their water," was the answer.
"Have you enough to run on?" asked Paul, and the chauffeur assured them that he had. The next resident was a cheerful farmer, who not only gave permission for them to take all the water they needed, but even drew it from the well for them.