we have some business to attend to," and he related what it was.
"Say, let's take a look at the wrecked biplane!" cried Jack Mason. "I'd just as soon go there as anywhere."
"So would I," added Stanley.
"Very well—that will suit us down to the ground!" cried Tom.
"We were going to drive over in a carriage," explained Dick. "We can get there much quicker in the auto."
The boys piled into the tonneau of the car and they started off.
"Got to show me the roads," said Jack Mason. "All I know around here is the regular auto road to the White Mountains, and I don't know that any too well."
"You can't lose us on the roads!" cried Tom. "We'll keep you straight."
Jack Mason loved to run fast and soon they were bowling along at a forty-mile-an-hour rate. Stanley and Tom told the driver what turns to make, and almost before they knew it they had passed the outskirts of Ashton and were approaching the locality where the fast Express had dashed into the crippled biplane.
"Here we are!" cried Tom, presently. "We
