“Who had the other breakdown?” asked Sam, as he handed over a dollar bill.

“Some fellers in an autymobile—­ a couple o’ weeks ago, or so.”

“Some men in an automobile!” cried Sam, with sudden interest.  “Who were they?”

“I dunno.  They left the autymobile in the barn one night an’ come fer it the next day.  They give me a dollar.”

“How many men?”

“Two I think there was, although one on ’em kept putty well out o’ sight, as if he didn’t want to be seen.”

“How did the man look that you saw?”

“Oh, he was a tall feller, with a face that stuck out here,” and the old man pointed to his chin.

“And did he have real heavy eyebrows?”

“He sure did—­ eyebrows ’most as heavy as a moustache.”

“How did the other man look?”

“I dunno—­ didn’t git no good sight o’ him.  But, say, wot you askin’ about them fer?  Do you know ’em?”

“I think I know one of the men, but I am not sure,” returned Sam, and went outside to join his brothers.

Dick and Tom were deeply interested in what the old farmer had told their brother, and as soon as the strapping and wiring of the split axle was completed all of the boys went into the house to ask the farmer more about the two men and the automobile.

“I can’t tell yeou nuthin’ more,” said the farmer.  “They left the autymobile in the barn all night an’ paid me a dollar fer it.  I don’t know who they was, or where they went.”

“Can you remember the date this happened?” asked Dick.

“I certainly kin do that, fer it was on my birthday, the tenth.”

“The day Crabtree escaped!” murmured Dick, and Sam and Tom nodded.

“Where did they go?” asked Tom.

“I dunno.  They went off at night.”

This was all the old farmer could tell, and a few minutes later the boys left him.  All were rather thoughtful as they got into the carriage once more and drove off.

“Just to think of it!” cried Tom.  “Crabtree was around here a night and a day, and nobody knew it!”

“It’s too bad we didn’t get news of it before,” returned Dick.  “We might have followed up that ‘autymobile,’ as the old man called it.  But it’s too late now.  They must be miles and miles away.  Crabtree may be in Canada, or on his way to Africa, or China.”

“I don’t believe he’d go to Africa or China,” said Tom.  “I think he’ll hang around, trying to do us or the Stanhopes or Lanings an injury.”

“Just what I think,” put in Sam.  “I’d like to know who the fellow with the pointed chin and heavy eyebrows is.”

“He must be some old friend, or he wouldn’t help Crabtree to get away.”

“Either an old friend, or else Crabtree paid him pretty well for his services.”

“Well, Crabtree is gone, and that is all there is to it.”

All the way to Brill the boys discussed the situation.  At first they thought they would notify the authorities about what they had learned, but finally concluded that this would do no good.  Too much time had elapsed since the automobile had stopped at the old farmhouse.