ter to take it up to the freight yards at Railston."
"And they took it there?"
"I 'spect they did. They went off that way, anyway," replied the old wood chopper.
"To the Rallston freight yards!" cried Sam. "What a nerve!"
"I'll make 'em bring it back!" cried Dick, firmly.
"How far is it to Rallston?" asked Jack Mason.
"About nine miles."
"Pooh! that's nothing. Jump in and I'll take you there in no time—if the road's any good."
"The road is O. K.," answered Dick.
The automobile was backed out of the woods, and turned in the direction of Rallston. Jack Mason was in his element, and in iess than twenty minutes they came in sight of the town and turned into a side street leading to the freight yards.
"There she is!" cried Sam, a minute later.
He pointed to one of the tracks in the yards and there, on a flat car, the boys beheld the wreck of the biplane. A small crowd of curious men and boys surrounded the remains of the Dartaway.
