CHAPTER VII
AT THE FARMHOUSE
Mr. Martin acted as quickly in bringing the automobile to a stop this time as he had done when Trouble had fastened it to a tree by the tire chains. Once the car was stopped the father of the Curlytops leaped out and looked back over the road.
“I don’t see him anywhere,” he said. “Are you sure he isn’t in there?”
“No, he isn’t here with us,” answered Janet.
“Unless he’s slipped in among the packages,” added Ted. “I’ll look.”
“Ef de poor chile am down in amongst de t’ings he’s suah to be smashed!” declared Lucy.
But Trouble was not there. Nor was he in front. Mr. Martin had been sure of this before he leaped from the car.
“Oh, where can he be?” cried Mrs. Martin.
“He was with us just before we met the hay wagon,” said Mr. Martin. “Then we all got out to look and see how much room there was, and you all stayed out while I backed up.”
“Did Trouble get back in with you?” asked the Curlytops’ mother.