“That’s all right. You can tell Connors it will cost him about twenty dollars to fix it. I dare say he put you up to it!” “Aw, forget it, sonny! Sure, didn’t you see ’twas an accident?” “I saw it, but it wasn’t any accident, and you know it!” retorted Tom hotly. “And somebody will pay for the damage, too!” “Sure, I could buy one o’ them things for five dollars,” said Pat Herron facetiously. “A fellow offered me a couple the other day would I take ’em away.” Tom, with a final look at the damage, climbed back to the seat in dignified silence. Johnny Green had dismounted and was solicitously examining the back of his wagon. Presently he turned, with a wink, to Pat Herron. “What for did you start your machine up like that and bump into me?” he inquired in hurt tones. “Look at what you did to me paint!” “I didn’t start my machine,” returned Tom indignantly. “You backed into me on purpose, and I hope it scraped your paint all off.” “Didn’t he start his machine and bump the back of me wagon, Pat?” asked Johnny Green. “Sure he did,” replied Pat with a grin. “I see him do it. It’s damages he’ll be after payin’.” “_I_ pay damages!” sputtered Tom. “Why, you――you――――” But the train very considerately roared into the station at that moment and further hostilities were interrupted. Tom had the satisfaction of capturing the only two persons who wanted to ride up-town, and bore them off in triumph. But the indignity and damage done to The Ark left him sore and wrathful and after he had disposed of his passengers he sought Willard and between them they made out a letter to Mr. Connors, acquainting him with what had happened and notifying him that they would hold him responsible for the amount of the repairs. Mr. Connors replied promptly the next morning. He regretted that the accident had occurred but was assured by both his drivers that the automobile had caused the damage by running suddenly into the back of his wagon. That being the case, he had no intention of paying for any repairs to the automobile. As soon as he found out how badly his wagon had been damaged he would let them know and would expect a prompt settlement! Tom was hopping mad and wildly insisted on placing the matter in the hands of a lawyer. But Willard pointed out that as no one but Connors’ two drivers and Tom himself had witnessed the affair, and as Pat Herron and Johnny Green would swear to the same tale, Tom’s chance of being believed was small. “We’ll just have to take our medicine and smile,” said Willard. “I don’t believe Connors will ever send us a bill――――” “If he did I wouldn’t pay it!” declared Tom. “And the best thing we can do is have Jimmy Brennan fix things as best he can. I don’t believe it will show much, anyway. I guess we got out of it pretty well, Tom.”