"
"Not exactly," laughed Ted. "You forget that we have friends in this
man's town."
"Not a whole heap."
"What's the matter with Don Dorrington?"
"By ginger, that's so. Ther young feller what was with us down in Mexico
when we found ther jewels and things under ther president's palace."
"Yes, and we're heading right for his house now."
"What fer? Goin' ter try ter git him inter trouble, too?"
Ted piloted the machine through the thronged downtown streets, and
coming at last to Pine Street Boulevard, he let her out, and went
skimming over the smooth pavement until he came to Newstead Avenue, and
was ringing the bell of Don Dorrington's flat before the astonished Bud
could recover his breath from the swift ride.
Dorrington himself came to the door, having looked through the window
and seen Ted arrive.
"Well, by all that's glorious," exclaimed Don, as he grasped Ted by the
hand. "Where are you from, and why? Hello, Bud, you old rascal! Get out
of that car and come in. Where did you get the bubble?"
Ted and Bud entered the house and were taken into Don's workroom, where
he was soon put in possession of the facts concerning the motor car,
although Ted said nothing about the real object of his visit lo St.
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