“Sure,” he agreed. “I’ll look her over for you, but I don’t see how I can do it to-night, boys. I got a sort of an engagement for this evening. Maybe to-morrow night――――” “But we’ve only got the option until to-morrow afternoon,” objected Tom. “Don’t you think you might manage to do it to-night, Mr. Brennan? We wouldn’t want to lose the car, if it really proved to be a good one, you see.” Jimmy scowled thoughtfully at a lathe. At last, his face clearing, “All right,” he said. “I’ll do it somehow. Maybe it’ll be late, but that won’t matter if Saunders will let me have the key. I’ll do it. Where’ll I see you to-morrow? Will you be back here?” “We’ll come down in the morning, before school,” replied Willard. “How much will you charge to do it?” “Oh, that’ll be all right; it won’t cost you much. I’ll have to charge according to my time, I suppose.” Willard was for letting it stand so, but Tom said firmly: “I don’t believe you’d overcharge us, Mr. Brennan, but we haven’t much money, and so, if you wouldn’t mind giving us an idea as to about what it would be worth――――” “Well, say two dollars, at the outside. If I can do it for less I will, boys. I won’t stick you.” “We-ell,” began Tom doubtfully. But Willard pulled his sleeve, as he said: “That’ll be all right, I think. What we want is to know just what it would cost to fix her up to run, you know.” “Sure. Who was you going to get to do the work?” asked Jimmy. “Why, we thought maybe you would. That is, if you had the time,” said Tom. “Will’s father, Mr. Morris, you know, said he thought you would.” “Why, maybe I could. I’d have to work evenings, of course. If I found she was worth fixing, and it didn’t cost too much, and I got the job, why, I wouldn’t charge you anything for looking her over to-night.” “Thank you,” said Tom. “Then we’ll come down in the morning and hear the――the verdict.” Going back, the boys cut across lots, behind the railroad yards, and over Town Brook, and were soon back at Tom’s house on Cross Street. All the way they speculated and planned, and, once perched on the front steps, they began to reckon the cost of their undertaking again. Tom got a piece of paper from the house, and Willard supplied a pencil. “Now then,” said the latter, “put down fifty dollars for the first payment. Then, say, it costs fifty dollars more to put the car in shape. Got that down? That’s a hundred, isn’t it? Well, then, if we paint her ourselves, it oughtn’t to cost more than ten dollars at the outside; not so much, maybe.” “Can we do it ourselves?” asked Tom. “Wouldn’t we have to take the old paint and varnish off first, Will?” “I don’t know. Maybe. It would be a hard job, if we did, wouldn’t it? We could find out about that, I guess; ask a painter. Anyhow, it wouldn’t take much money. Did you put down ten dollars?” “Yes.” “Then”――Willard paused――“look here, Tom, where are we going to keep her?”