He sank back, murmuring: "You're good boys! I knew you were good boys!" "You take the money, Doctor, if you please, and turn it over to Mr.Hinman when he's able to count it," urged Prescott, handing the sack to their host.
"Now, Mr.Hinman will want to sleep a little while, so we'll go outside and chat, if you've nothing pressing to do," suggested the physician.
Dick and Dave thought they might learn more about the odd peddler, but Reuben Hinman's affairs was one subject that the physician did not seem inclined to talk about.
"Now, if you young men want to take Reuben over to Fenton," said Dr.Haynes, at last, "I'll telephone Dr.Warren from here, and he'll be expecting you.

It'll take you about two hours to get over to Fenton at the gait that old Reuben's horse travels." This time a mattress was placed on top of the pile of rags, and the peddler was made as comfortable as possible for the trip.
"Remember, Reuben, you've got to stay in the house and take care of yourself for three or four days," was Dr.Haynes' parting injunction.
"I can't spare the time from my business," groaned the old man.
"You'll have to, this time, Reuben, as the means of being ready to do more business.

So be good about it.

You have two fine lads taking care of you to-night." "I know that, Doctor." It was five o'clock in the morning when Dick and Dave drove into the main street of Fenton.

Yet they found an automobile in the road, and Dr.Warren, a very young man, hailed them.
"Drive right along, boys.