In spite of the protests of the other boys against John being left behind, it was finally decided that he should carry out his own plan. He had declared his purpose to find out if possible what had become of the second car.

George had insisted that all four of the Go Ahead boys either should remain together or depart in a body; but after a brief conversation in which John explained that he really was desirous of making some further investigations of his own and also that it was equally important for George to get into touch with his father, as he could not do over the telephone, it was agreed that John should remain until the following day. A very attractive hotel not far from the station was most inviting. There John explained he would remain until the following day when the boys either would come for him or send him money.

Only a few moments elapsed before the noisy train proclaimed its coming. The scream of the locomotive was echoed and re-echoed in the nearby valley and long before its arrival at the station the people of the little village were aware that the one o’clock train was “on time.”

Again George protested strongly against John being left behind, although he did not explain how he was to ride on the train without a ticket nor how he was to obtain a ticket without any money. However, in a few minutes the three departing boys, standing on the rear platform of the last car, were waving their hats as they bade good-by to the fourth member of the Go Ahead boys who was watching them from the platform of the station.

Slowly John turned into the walk that led him from the little station to the main street of the village. As he came out upon the sidewalk he was startled when he heard himself addressed by his own name. Surprised, he glanced in the direction from which the unexpected hail had come and he was amazed to behold the tramp, who had been his companion in the morning, now seated in the missing automobile. Evidently he had been driving the car but the expression on his face as John ran toward him did not indicate his purpose to explain the sight which had so startled him.

“Where did you get that car?” demanded John sharply as he stared at the driver.

“I found it at the other garage,” explained the tramp.

“How did it get there?”

“Why, there was another blowout right near where you had yours this morning. I guess it must be the same fellow that you scared or drove into a ditch; at least that’s what he said. He couldn’t fix his car because the rim was torn into pieces and he got a lift back to this garage and sent some men out to get his car.”

“And they got ours?” demanded John delightedly.

“That’s what it seems,” replied the tramp quietly. “I suspected there might be some trouble of the kind so I went around there and sure enough I found this car just as I half expected to. Your friends have cleared out and left you, have they?”

“They have gone back home,” explained John.

“Well, that’s all right. We’ll beat them there yet. You get in and I’ll see what time I can make.”

“You’re sure you know how to drive?” inquired John. “Because if you don’t know how I can do something at it myself.”

“My ‘deah boy,’” lisped the tramp, “don’t distress your little heart about my being able to drive the car. You get in here and if you have any fault to find I’ll resign and let you take the wheel.”

“We ought to have something to eat,” said John, “but I haven’t a cent of money.”

“So I understand. It took all the money there was in the crowd to buy tickets for three boys.”

“How did you know?”

“Never mind that. I knew you didn’t have any money and I knew too that I would have to furnish what we needed on our trip. I managed to get together twenty-three cents. I think that’s just the amount one ought to have when he is leaving in a hurry, don’t you?” laughed the tramp.

“That’s all right.”

“Well, I took my twenty-three cents and went over to the grocery store and I bought some cheese and a box of crackers. You get in and feed up on the way back. If you’re like me you’ll think you’ve had a dinner fit for a king.”

As he spoke the tramp held up to view the purchases he had made and John instantly responded to his appeal and took his seat in front beside the driver. The hungry boy declared that he never had tasted food he enjoyed more. Meanwhile the car was driven steadily forward on its way. And if John had had any misgivings as to the ability of his companion as a driver they were soon dispelled. It was plain that the man was an expert at his task.

“Where did you learn to drive a car?”

“I didn’t have to learn,” said the tramp. “I always knew. I have driven cars ever since they were first made. If I need any money I get a job as a chauffeur and then after I have got some money I don’t need any job and quit.”

John laughed as he said, “You’re the strangest man I ever saw.”

“That’s what others have told me.”

“I don’t see why a man with the brains you have doesn’t do something worth while. What do you want to be beating around the country for without any home and staying nights in such places as the old Meeker House?”

“I have often wondered myself,” replied the tramp quietly. “I don’t know that there’s any answer to your question. Speaking of the old Meeker House, have you heard anything more about the strange noises over there?”

“Not since I saw you,” replied John.

“Well, my advice to you is to take your friends over there to-night and I suspect you’ll have an experience that will interest you.”

“What is it?” demanded John, interested at once.

“I’m not sure just what it will be so I cannot explain, but if you want to see your friends stirred up you take them over there after you have had your dinner to-night. By the way, do you think there will be any reward for finding this car?”

“Knowing Mr. Sanders as I do, I’m quite sure there will be.”

“I have brought the bill in my pocket for the repairs at the garage.”

“How much did they charge?”

“Fifty-three cents and the man apologized for the size of his bill. That’s one of the things they haven’t learned up here in the country yet.”

“I have never found any one who didn’t know how to charge,” laughed John.

“Well, this man didn’t seem to know much about it, so I paid his bill and had just twenty-three cents left, as I told you. I think if Mr. Sanders wants to pay that bill I shall let him.”

“I certainly know he will,” said John. “I know he will insist upon it anyway for he’s that kind of a man.”

The automobile was making most excellent time and long before it was possible for his companions to arrive John had turned into the driveway that led to George’s home.

The tramp had insisted upon leaving the car before it had turned in, explaining that he would return when Mr. Sanders came and if the latter “sufficiently urged” him to accept a reward he would do so willingly.

John laughed as the strange man departed and then drove up to the house.

Uncle Sim was the first to greet him and after staring blankly at John for a moment he said, “Whar de other boys?”

“They are coming later,” said John. “They are coming on the train.”

“Wha’ fo’?”

“Oh, they will have to tell you,” said John. “Just as soon as I can wash up I want to go over to the station and bring them home. They’ll come in probably on the next train.”

True to his word a half-hour later John was waiting in the automobile near the station. He had pictured to himself the excitement of his friends when they should arrive and discover him in the lost automobile, awaiting their coming.

John’s meditations were interrupted by the prolonged blast by which the coming of the train was made known. So pleased was he over the prospect that he laughed aloud. The arrival of the train, however, soon caused him to watch the alighting passengers and as soon as he discovered his friends among the number, in his loudest tones he shouted, “George, tell all the Go Ahead boys to come over here!”

Startled by the unexpected hail the three boys turned and for a moment stared blankly at John. All the latter’s hopes were more than fulfilled. Surprise and incredulity were stamped upon the faces of the three Go Ahead boys.

“Where did you get that car?” demanded George, hastily approaching.

“Why, it is your car, isn’t it?” said John meekly.

“Sure it is, but where did you get it?”

“Why, after you fellows left me over there where you took the train I thought you would like to have me look up your car, so that’s what I have done, but you don’t seem to be very thankful. This is an ungrateful world, and a naughty deed arouses more interest than a good one. At least I think that’s what Shakespeare says.”

“Shakespeare?” broke in Fred sharply. “You never got as far as the title page.”

“That may all be,” retorted John. “All I mean to say now is that this car is for the exclusive use of those who are accustomed to move in polite society.” As he spoke John turned on the power and despite the efforts of his friends to overtake him soon was moving rapidly over the road.