"Mr.Simpson, we're certainly glad of having had the pleasure of meeting you." Reade thereupon gravely introduced the other members of Dick & Co.
"Glad to have met you, boys," said Simpson, picking up the tires.
"Now, come along, Dodge and Bayliss, if you want my help, for I really must be moving." "This hasn't been such a dull evening, after all," jovially commented Tom Reade, after the late visitors had vanished into the darkness surrounding the camp.
"I'm sorry for the fighting, though," mused Dick aloud.

"I don't enjoy anything that makes bad blood, or more bad blood, between human beings." "You couldn't do anything else but fight," retorted Greg sharply.
"That's the only reason why I fought," Prescott rejoined.
Half or three quarters of an hour later two resonant honks sounded from the red Smattach automobile up at the roadside.

Dick & Co.
rightly judged that Simpson had taken this means of signaling them that the Smattach car was ready to go on its way again.
"What's the matter with Mr.Simpson ?" Tom demanded at the top of his voice.
From the throats of all of Dick & Co.

came the ready response! "He's all right!" Honk! honk! honk! Mr.Simpson had heard this tribute to himself.
Then the chugging of a starting car was heard.

The noise soon sounded fainter, then died away.
"That's the last of the firm of Dodge and Bayliss for this season!" chuckled Dave Darrin.
In this conclusion, however, it was wholly probable that Darry was wrong.