from the place where the log was when he uttered a cry. At the
same moment he hurried from the road toward a thick clump of
bushes that were in the ditch alongside of the highway. Reaching
them, he parted the leaves and called:

"Here's the auto, Rad!"

The colored man ran up, his eyes wider open than ever. There,
hidden amid the bushes, was a large touring car.

"Whose am dat?" asked Eradicate.

Tom did not answer. He penetrated the underbrush, noting where
the broken branches had been bent upright after the forced
entrance of the car, the better to hide it. The young inventor
was, seeking some clew to discover the owner of the machine. To
this end he climbed up in the tonneau and was looking about when
some one burst in through the screen of bushes and a voice cried:
"Here, you get out of my car!"

"Oh, is it your car, Andy Foger?" asked Tom calmly as he
recognized his squint-eyed rival. "I was just beginning to think
it was. Allow me to return your wrench," and he held out the one
he had picked up near the log. "The next time you drag trees
across the road," went on the lad in the tonneau, facing the angry
and dismayed Andy, "I'd advise you to post a notice at the top of
the hill, so persons riding down will not be injured." "Notice--
road--hill--logs!" stammered Andy, turning red under his freckles.

"That's what I said," replied Tom coolly.