“Don’t let that worry you,” laughed their new friend. “Just drive into town and stop at Eph Allen’s tailor shop. It’s pretty early, but Eph[30] sleeps in the back of his shop and he’ll let you in and fix you up in no time.”

This was evidently the best thing to be done, and the young men, after repeated thanks to their newly made friend and with fullest directions as to how to find the tailor shop in question, jumped into the auto and started on the way back to Hebron.

“Old bus seems to work as well as ever,” commented Joe, as the car moved on without any visible evidence of injury.

“That’s one bit of good luck,” replied Jim. “And it’s certainly coming to us to make up in part for the bad.”

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