“Not much room for bags,” commented Willard.
“We could put them in front,” said Tom. “It wouldn’t be very often we’d get more than three passengers at a load. I wonder what kind of a car it is.”
“Gasoline,” suggested Willard, with a laugh.
“I mean what make. There ought to be a name on it somewhere.”
But search failed to reveal any until Willard found some almost illegible lettering on a brass plate running along the edge of the front flooring. They finally deciphered it. “Treffry Motor Co.” was the legend.
“Ever hear of a Treffry car?” asked Willard.
“Yes, I think so. I wonder how old it is. Saunders says three years, but I’ll wager——”
He didn’t have time to state what he was willing to wager, however, for at that moment Mr. Saunders appeared on the scene. Willard acted as spokesman.
“Back again, Mr. Saunders,” he announced carelessly.