“Hello!” cried Dave.
He looked sharply around the garage. But the huge form of the Rambler Club’s motor car was not revealed to his eager gaze.
“What has become of our car, Benjamin?” he demanded, sternly.
“De lan’ sake! You didn’t know?”
“Now what’s coming, I wonder!” growled Victor.
“Why, dat tall young gemman has jist took it away, suh,” answered Benjamin, scenting a mystery, and beginning to show the whites of his eyes.
“Took it away?” exclaimed Dave, incredulously. “You can’t mean that our Tom took the machine away?”
“Fo’ de lan’s sake! An’ yo’ didn’t know?”
“Well, this beats the Dutch, and the American, and the English, all put together!” exploded Victor, so fiercely that Benjamin, somewhat startled, side-stepped out of range.
“And where was he going?”