We went to Thacher yesterday with the football team and started over here in a fellow's auto and it broke down about--about four miles back and we got lost and slept in a sort of hut and got here this morning." "Where was the hut ?" asked the official.
"Just off the road between here and Thacher.

About four miles, or maybe five." "Nearer six," corrected Clint.

"We walked four miles, I guess, before we found that sign-post." The Chief questioned particularly regarding the automobile and its driver, finally taking up the telephone and inquiring of the two local garages if such a car had been brought in for repairs.

Both garages replied that they hadn't seen the car and the Chief looked back at Amy speculatively.
"He must have gone back and found that nut," said Amy, "and repaired it himself." "Maybe," said the Chief.

"Who did you say the fellow drove the auto for ?" "I didn't say.