"Come on Frisky! Forgot all about you! Here, take hold of him," directed Alfred, as he handed up the animal.
"Where did you get him?" asked the chauffeur.
"He's our war relic. Used to live at the wrecked cottage at the turn of the road; you know, the place down below," said Ralph.
The chauffeur rushed the van down and out along the road leading to the village.
"Which way are you going?" he asked.
"Toward the big hill across the river. He came down in that direction," said Alfred.
"But you're not going to walk there, are you?" he queried.
"Not if we can find any other way," said Alfred.
"Then let me advise you; there's a fellow on the side street that leads past the old hotel, who has some bicycles. You might borrow a couple," responded the chauffeur.