Feargus looked embarrassed and anxious when he saw them waiting for him.
“Do hurry,” called Nancy.
“Are those people Gypsies?” asked Billie.
“No,—that is, not exactly. They are—well, wanderers.”
“Why did you shake hands with the man?”
“Oh, just to be friendly. He gave me some information. There is a farmhouse not far away where——”
“Listen,” interrupted Billie. “I hear the sound of another motor car.”
The three young people broke into a run and reached the disabled “Comet” just as a two-seated machine drew up alongside the road.
“Can I do anything for you?” asked a man with a pleasant-sounding voice.
“You certainly can, sir,” answered Miss Campbell, “and we shall be deeply indebted to you. We were just about to give up and spend the night wherever we could.”