Dick and Sam made themselves at home on the flat car. Soon a freight engine backed up, the car was attached; and off they started, in company with the section boss and two track laborers, in the direction of Ashton.
As the Rovers could readily see, the Dartaway was a complete wreck, beyond the possibility of being repaired. But the motor looked to be in good order, and the stays and turn-buckles would, of course, be worth something.
When Ashton was reached Sam and Dick found that the automobile and its party had gottftn there ahead of them.
"I've found a place where we can store the biplane—or what's left of it," said Tom. "In that barn," and he pointed to a structure directly beside the tracks.
"Good enough!" cried Dick. "That will save the trouble and expense of hauling it any distance."
The flat car was stopped in front of the barn, and after some trouble the remains of the biplane were transferred to the structure. Then the section boss brought out a receipt which Dick signed.
"Next time I move a flying machine I'll make sure that orders are O. K.," he remarked, grimly.
