and whole.

"Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah!" screamed Paul Jones in the most extravagant
delight imaginable. "What d'ye _know_ about it? What d'ye know about it?
What d'ye KNOW about it?" he cried, adding emphasis each time.

But if Mr. Billy Worth was answering the question, his manner of
imparting information was somewhat strange, to say the least. For after
his first astonished, "What in the world!" he simply seized a rear
fender, as if the car might take fright and escape immediately, and
there he stood, saying: "Oh, my! I'm so glad! Oh, I am thankful for this
day!" For while Paul's emotion found vent in an ecstacy of joy Billy,
really more deeply moved, scarcely knew what he did or said. The prayer
of thanksgiving in his heart was very earnest and sincere--so much of
both that words entirely failed to give his feelings expression.

The first sharp edge of their surprise, excitement and delight was gone
in a minute or two and the boys began a rapid inspection of the Six and
its contents. Even as they did so Mr. Peek, attracted by Paul's
delighted yells, came slowly up the incline. His surprise was very
manifest, though of a decidedly less demonstrative character than
Paul's, for instance.

While Worth and Jones inspected the car, Mr. Peek was making a study of
the manner in which the machine had been gotten down from the road and
into the icehouse.

"Except for being so muddy inside as well as outside, she's just as we
left her," announced Billy Worth presently. At the same instant Paul,
who had been looking at the engine, switched on the spark, touched the
starter, and lo! the motor hummed as sweetly and powerfully as anyone
could possibly desire.

"But how in time did they put it in here and who in thunder done
it?"--Jones was apt to lose accuracy and gain a certain inelegance in
his speech as his force of expression increased.

As if answering Paul's question, Mr. Peek called from outside: "Sure
enough, they knew the place!" And he pointed out to the two boys as they
ran out to him how the automobile had been brought down the steep bank
from the road above by means of heavy planks. There were four of the
thick, unplaned boards.

"How'd they ever get here, do you suppose?" asked Mr. Peek. "For more'n
twenty year, I tell ye, them plank has laid in a pile way over on yon
side of the hill. Somebody must 'a' knowed where to lay hands on 'em."

"Do you mean that somebody must have expected to steal our car and
brought