“A part of Washington’s army,” said the tramp.
“I don’t know who they were, but the thing that scared me most of all was the tooting of an automobile horn. First it sounded right close to my ear and then it seemed to come from all parts of the house at once.”
“Nothing but the wind whistling around the eaves,” said the tramp. “I don’t mind telling you though that there have been times when I have heard sounds over there that made me think of the horn of an auto—”
“Didn’t you hear it last night?” demanded John.
“No. Where are you boys going?” the tramp abruptly added.
“We’re going to look for a lost automobile,” said Fred. “You haven’t seen one lately, have you?”
“Did you lose a car?” inquired the tramp, ignoring the question.
“We certainly have lost it,” said George, “or rather somebody has taken it.”
“And you know where it is now?”
“We’ve got word where it may be and we’re going to find out.”