CHAPTER VIII—THE LOST CAR
“What’s the trouble? What’s the trouble?” demanded George excitedly when the boys had run out through the kitchen door.
“Uncle Sim says that my car is gone,” replied George.
“Gone? Gone where?” demanded Grant.
“He doesn’t know and that’s what he wanted to find out from us.”
“Yas, suh. Yas, suh,” broke in the old colored man who now approached the place where the boys were standing. “Dat car sho’ am gone. I jes’ came to fin’ out if any ob yo’ young gen’lemen disremembered who might hab tuk de car.”
“Why, there hasn’t anybody taken it,” said John. “Have you looked in the garage, George?”
In spite of his perplexity George laughed slightly as he said, “I certainly have. You don’t think I would solemnly state to you that the car was gone if I had seen it in the garage, do you?”