"Dead to the world!" gasped Jimsy; "well, that's the quickest thing in the sleep line I ever saw!"
As it was no use to waste further time the boy began rummaging in the box. It contained all sorts of odds and ends, among them several plugs.
"I'll bet there isn't one here that will fit my engine!" grumbled Jimsy; "I don't—what! Yes! By Jiminy! Eureka! Hurray, I've found one!"
The man woke up with a start.
"What's the matter?" he demanded drowsily.
"Nothing! That is, everything!" cried Jimsy. "I've found just what I want."
"All right. Leave the money on that shelf there. It's a dollar."
So saying, off he went to sleep again, while Jimsy, overjoyed, hastily peeled a dollar from his "roll" and departed. The last sound he heard was the steady snoring of the garage man.
"Well, there's one fellow that money can't keep awake, even if it does talk," said Jimsy laughingly to himself as, with a cry of triumph, he rejoined the party, waving the plug like a banner or an emblem of victory.
No time was lost in starting the auto up again and they whirled back through Millbrook in a cloud of dust. Passing through the village they retraced their way along the road by which they had come.