“Where did he get it?” demanded George.
“He suspected what had happened,” explained John, “and he said he went to another garage, hoping that there had been some mistake. He said there were two cars in trouble out there on the road, one besides ours. The men that came out from the shop made a mistake and I guess each car was taken to the wrong garage.”
“That’s a pretty good story,” laughed George.
“Well, it’s all right,” declared John warmly. “Here’s your car anyway. The tramp brought it, just as I’m telling you, and you haven’t anything to say about it.”
“Maybe the tramp took the car and got scared when he saw us start off. Probably he thought we were going for help.”
“Probably nothing!” exclaimed John disgustedly. “I tell you that tramp is all right. He can speak the English language and he has got some brains. I asked him to-day what he was tramping around the country for and he said he didn’t know.”
“He must have a lot of brains,” ejaculated Fred.
“He knows how to drive a car all right,” said John. “He drove all the way home.”
“Where is he now?” demanded George.
“I don’t know. He wouldn’t stay. By the way, he did suggest before he departed that if there was any reward connected with the finding of the car he wouldn’t mind taking it.”