“Perhaps we shan’t find it,” admitted George, “but I belong to a crowd that’s known as the Go Ahead boys and we aren’t beaten before we start, anyway. If we have to give up it will be after we have done our best.”
“That’s the way to talk!” broke in Fred. “We’re going ahead anyway and we’re going to get where we started for, too.”
“What will you do if you find your car?” inquired Grant.
“Take it, of course,” said George.
“But suppose somebody has bought it from the thief? He won’t give the car back to you without your proving that it belongs to you.”
“Then we’ll prove it,” said George quietly.
“What will you do with your thief if you find him?”
“I’ll wait until I find him,” said George.
“You know,” broke in Fred, “I sometimes think it wasn’t any thief that stole that car anyway.”
“What do you mean, pygmy?” demanded both boys together as they looked keenly at their diminutive friend.