Turning the big car in rather a restricted roadway was no easy matter, but Dick accomplished it, and soon he had it backed up toward the rear of the house, to which the men were attaching the ropes, rove through heavy blocks. The house was elevated on piles of short crossed beams and jack screws, and was being slid along big timbers, common yellow soap and tallow making the ways slippery enough so that friction would, in a measure, be overcome. Dick took a long rope, and put it around the rear of his car so as to strain it as little as possible. Then this rope was bent on to the one connecting with the system of pulleys. "Are you all ready?" called the young man to the foreman, who had had his men rearrange the beams. "All ready!" came the answer. Dick's motor was running. With himself at the wheel, while three of the heaviest workmen had been added to Paul and Innis in the tonneau to give weight and trackage to the machine, Dick threw in the speed gears and released the clutch. There was a whining, groaning noise. The roped tautened, the pulley blocks shrilled out a protest and then the house was seen to quiver. "She's moving!" cried the lantern-man. "By Jupiter! So she is!" agreed the foreman, in surprise. "Watch out!" warned Dick, "and let me know when I have her far enough!" He turned on more power, threw in the second speed gear and then the house began moving more quickly, while the astonished men looked on. In a short time, pulling directly on the main rope as he was, Dick had moved the house back far enough so that he could pass to one side, the building having been halted in a particularly narrow part of the road. "That'll do!" shouted the foreman. "All right," answered Dick, bringing his machine to a stop. "Now we'll try to get past." It did not take long to disengage the ropes, turn the auto, and negotiate a way to one side of the building. Dick came to a halt on the now unblocked road, and called his thanks to the foreman for being allowed to do as he had done. "Don't mention it!" was the answer. "You saved me ten dollars. I'd been fined that by the county authorities for blocking the road over night." "Then we're even," laughed Dick. "Good night!" "Huh! He ain't half as crazy as I thought he was," observed the man with the red lantern as he hung it on the rear of the house to warn night-drivers of the danger. Dick and his chums sped on, and soon reached the town for which they were headed. They bought some more food, which, with the cold chickens, made a good supper. Then, as they did not like the looks of the only hotel in the place, they drove out a little way into the country and prepared to spend the night. Dick was the first up the next morning. "What's the route to-day?" asked Paul, turning over in the bunk. "I'm going to try to make Buffalo." "What! Buffalo?" "Sure, we can do it by taking short cuts, I think. Let me have a look at that road map. Hand it over, Innis."