“I don’t know whether we can call this a success or not,” the Captain said as he climbed out of the machine.
“Well, one thing is certain,” Jack returned. “Whoever was to get that load of whiskey will have to go without it.”
“No doubt of that.”
Just then the front door of the house opened and a man closely followed by a woman came out.
“Good day, sir,” the Captain said snatching off his goggles and cap.
“’Tis that all right,” the man replied with a smile. “Ye been out taking a spin I reckon.”
“You might call it that,” the Captain answered. “But can you tell us where we are?”
“Reckon I ought to seeing as how I’ve lived here all my life. Ye’re about two miles north of the town of Jackman, Maine.”
“Thanks.”
“’Twon’t cost yer a cent,” the farmer grinned. “But I’d sure like ter know where yer’re from.”