Tom and Willard left Jimmy and Spider at the corner of Washington and Linden Streets, still wrangling over the game, and went to Willard’s house. There, on the front steps, with the assistance of several slices of cake, they talked over Jimmy Brennan’s idea of renting the car evenings. In the end they decided to try the scheme, and Willard got a paper and pencil and between them they drew up an announcement to be printed on cardboard and placed in the shop windows. When finally corrected the legend ran as follows: AUTOMOBILE FOR HIRE! The Benton and Morris Transportation Company’s Five-Passenger Touring Car, with experienced chauffeur, may be engaged for pleasure rides any evening after seven o’clock. Terms, Two Dollars an hour. Make up your parties! Apply to Thomas Benton, 37 Cross St. “There,” said Willard, “that ought to fill the bill. We’ll get Higginson to print about two dozen of these and we’ll put them in the store windows. Bet you we’ll get a lot of bids!” “Will the store-keepers let us put them in their windows, though?” asked Tom. “I don’t see why they should.” “Of course they will! Don’t you see all sorts of notices in the windows? Dances and picnics and entertainments of all sorts. Sure, they’ll let us put them in. I guess Higginson is closed by this time, isn’t he?” As it was almost six o’clock, and a Saturday besides, Tom thought he was. “We’ll take it to him the first thing Monday morning. I hope Jimmy gets the car fixed all right this evening.” “We ought to have another car,” said Willard thoughtfully. “Yes, we ought to have a flock of them; about thirty or forty, I guess. You don’t know just where we’d get ’em, do you?” “We might find another as cheap as The Ark if we looked around. You can’t say she wasn’t a bargain.” Tom bent and peered under the steps and then looked carefully about the tiny front yard. “I’m looking around, Will, but I don’t see one,” he announced gravely. “Funny you can never find a thing if you want it!” Willard grinned. “Just the same, though,” he said stoutly, “I’ll bet you we’ll have another some day.” “If we do you’ll have to run it. I can’t attend to more than one at a time.” “We could hire someone, couldn’t we? Maybe Jimmy Brennan――――” “Or Jerry Lippit,” laughed Tom. “How would he do?” “Guess I’d better learn how myself. Will you teach me?” “Sure. You know a lot about it already, don’t you?” “A little. What’s the matter with getting out early Monday morning and giving me a lesson?” “All right. I guess it would be a pretty good thing if you could run it, Will. Of course, you won’t be here next winter, but―――― Say, who’s going to run The Ark when high school begins again? We’ve got to be thinking about that pretty soon.” “I know. Seems to me we’ve proved by this time, Tom, that the thing’s going to be a success, eh?”