"I can," said the garage man. "This is a special type of car, and no one would probably have that brake in stock. I can make it."
Dick then arranged with him to do the work, and the three chums, after getting some of their belongings out of the car, started off toward the village.
"Where are we going to stay to-night?" asked Innis, as they walked slowly along the country road.
"In our car!" said Dick, quickly.
"What? When there's a fairly good hotel in the village?" asked Innis.
"This talk of Paul's has made me a bit nervous," went on our hero. "I think I'd feel safer if I slept in the Last Word. I can fix it with the garage man, I think. And if any of Uncle Ezra's spies are hanging about they may try to disable my car if they can't get their hands on the legal papers. They might do it out of spite."
"That's right," agreed Innis. "Where are the papers now, Dick?"
"Back in the car."
"Don't you think that's risky?"
"No more so than carrying them about with me. I'm a sort of fatalist. I believe if a thing is going to happen it will happen. But I'll do all I can to stop it.