He turned on more power, threw in the second speed gear and then the house began moving more quickly, while the astonished men looked on.
In a short time, pulling directly on the main rope as he was, Dick had moved the house back far enough so that he could pass to one side, the building having been halted in a particularly narrow part of the road.
"That'll do!" shouted the foreman.
"All right," answered Dick, bringing his machine to a stop. "Now we'll try to get past."
It did not take long to disengage the ropes, turn the auto, and negotiate a way to one side of the building. Dick came to a halt on the now unblocked road, and called his thanks to the foreman for being allowed to do as he had done.
"Don't mention it!" was the answer. "You saved me ten dollars. I'd been fined that by the county authorities for blocking the road over night."
"Then we're even," laughed Dick. "Good night!"
"Huh! He ain't half as crazy as I thought he was," observed the man with the red lantern as he hung it on the rear of the house to warn night-drivers of the danger.
Dick and his chums sped on, and soon reached the town for which they were headed. They bought some more food, which, with the cold chickens, made a good supper. Then, as they did not like the looks of the only hotel in the place, they drove out a little way into the country and prepared to spend the night.
Dick was the first up the next morning.