There was a loud grinding of brakes outside, and a big red touring-car which had coasted noiselessly down the hill came to a sudden stop at the corner almost under the new sign. Before they could reach the door a man in a yellow duster, evidently a chauffeur, hurried in. “I want some gasolene,” he announced brusquely. “Where do you keep it?” “In the back yard,” replied Chub, promptly. “Come on. How much do you want?” “Five gallons will do. Is it any good?” “Best made,” answered Chub. “We get it direct. Come on.” The chauffeur followed him with a growl. “Bet it’s low-test stuff,” he muttered. Roy went out with them, while Harry and Dick sauntered out on the sidewalk, where they could see the car and its occupants. There were two ladies and a gentleman in the back of the car, and a second gentleman was seated in front. They all wore dust-coats, and from the appearance of the car it was evident that they were touring. One of the ladies glanced around and caught sight of Harry and said something to the gentleman beside her. He, too, turned, and in a moment they were all looking. Harry colored and drew back around the corner. Dick, however, held his ground. “Got anything to eat in there?” asked the man in front. “Yes,” Dick answered. “Crackers, cheese, canned things, raisins, dried apricots--” There was a burst of laughter from the car. “Let’s get out and see what we can find,” said one of the ladies. In a moment the store was invaded. They bought crackers, cheese, canned peaches, potted ham, and sardines, and did it so merrily that Harry and Dick had to laugh with them. The party bore their purchases back to the car, Dick assisting, and immediately began their luncheon or, as one of the ladies laughingly called it, “afternoon tea.” “But we haven’t paid for it” she said suddenly. “How much do we owe you?” “Let me see,” said Dick, “there was a pound of crackers--” “Never mind,” said one of the men, taking a bill from his purse. “Here’s five dollars. I guess that will pay for the gasolene and everything. You keep the rest.” “It won’t come to anything like that,” Dick protested. “The crackers are--” “We don’t want to hear how much they are,” laughed the second lady. “They might not taste so well, and when you haven’t had a mouthful to eat since eleven o’clock--” “Never mind about counting it up,” said the man to Dick, genially. “That five dollar bill will cover it all.” “Thank you,” replied Dick, gravely. The chauffeur appeared with the gasolene poured it into the tank, and tossed the can to Dick. “Poorest stuff I ever saw,” he muttered savagely as he climbed to his seat. “All right, sir?” “Go ahead,” replied the gentleman beside him. The car sprang forward and in a moment had disappeared in a cloud of dust. Dick went back to the store. “Did they pay you?” asked Harry, eagerly.