human
Say, he gasped to that Scout, as they turned to follow the young man to a point where the road dipped into a broad gulley,
gpt
Nothing, smiled Bonfire good-naturedly.
human
I didn't see a thing except the goggles; they connected the man with a car. But I did use my ears. Halfway down the hill, when everybody was pretty glum and not saying much, I heard a motor racing, then the clutch thrown in, then a sort of churning, with the motor slowing till it almost stalled. Once or twice it did. So I knew a car was stuck. It was off the road a ways, of course, because this is a state highway, with a rock bottom. And the only place a car would mire is in some low hollow, where the sun never has a chance to shine through the trees and dry the mud. That's all.
gpt
But you said the car had chains on.
human
Oh, yes, the chains. I did use my eyes there. It was the mud on the man's shirt sleeves, where he reached around the tires putting them on, that told me he had tried chains. Anything else you want to know?
gpt
What color are his grandmother's eyes? Specs demanded fiercely.
human
Tell me that, you bunk detective. What's his sister's middle name? What make of car is it?
gpt
Saybrook touring, answered Bonfire, picking up the last question. When Specs, completely dazed by this new flash of information, looked up with awestruck eyes, the other Scout pointed a gleeful finger at the car beside the road.
human
All you have to do, my boy, is to keep your eyes and ears open. Come on; Bunny's calling.