The man's face was a picture of startled surprise. He looked from Dick to Paul and Innis, who were silently laughing, and then he inquired:
"Which one of you is his keeper?"
"What's that?" cried Dick. "Do you think I'm crazy?"
"I'm sure of it," said the man, confidently. "Move this house—seventy-five horses—got 'em with you! Where? In your pocket?"
"In there!" replied the young millionaire, pointing to the hood covering the engine of his auto. "I'll pull the house out of the way."
By this time a crowd of workmen had gathered. Dick stood in front of his big car, not at all put out by the curious glances cast at him.
"What's the matter here?" asked a man who seemed to be in charge.
"This young feller wants to get past," explained the man who had been about to hang up the red lantern. "He can't 'count of Simpson's house bein' in the road. Says he'll snake it fo'rd or back so's to make room."
"Back, not forward," said Dick. "I can't get past to hitch on to the front end or I'd haul it ahead for you. But, as it is, you won't lose more than ten feet, and I really have a right to half the road."