“What we don’t know,” said George quickly, “is where the driver came from and how he got the car.”
“You’ll have to trust your Uncle John for some things,” replied the driver solemnly. “There are some things you can’t explain and some things it’s hard for certain people to understand. You see that your car’s here, don’t you?”
“Yes,” replied George.
“It’s all right, isn’t it?”
“As far as I can see.”
“Cylinders all sound? Tires all complete? Boiler intact? Carbureter still working? Limousine all ready to be carved?”
“That’s right,” said George, laughing as he spoke. “As far as I can see everything is all straight except the fact that you didn’t tell us how you got the car and beat us back here.”
“Get in, fellows, and I’ll tell you about it on the way back,” said John. “I’ll resign my position as chauffeur too,” he added, as he quickly moved to another seat.
“I don’t mind; stay where you are,” said George cordially.
“No, I know you don’t ‘mind,’ but this is a hot day. I would rather sit behind and tell you how to do it.”