found a set, and put them on. Then, because he was not going to
take any chances, he put another set, that he found hanging up,
on the front wheels. After that he turned out the light, took
down the robe and wrapped himself in it, and laid himself down on
the rear seat to wait for ten-thirty.

He dozed, and the next he knew there was a fumbling at the door
in front, and the muttering of a voice. Bud slid noiselessly out
of the car and under it, head to the rear where he could crawl
out quickly. The voice sounded like a man, and presently the door
opened and Bud was sure of it. He caught a querulous sentence or
two.

"Door left unlocked--the ignorant hound--Good thing I
don't trust him too far--" Some one came fumbling in and
switched on the light. "Careless hound--told him to be careful
--never even put the robe on the rail where it belongs--and
then they howl about the way they're treated! Want more wages--
don't earn what they do get--"

Bud, twisting his head, saw a pair of slippered feet beside the
running board. The owner of the slippers was folding the robe and
laying it over the rail, and grumbling to himself all the while.
"Have to come out in the rain--daren't trust him an inch--
just like him to go off and leave the door unlocked--" With a
last grunt or two the mumbling ceased. The light was switched
off, and Bud heard the doors pulled shut, and the rattle of the
padlock and chain. He waited another minute and crawled out.

"Might have told me there was a father-in-law in the outfit,"