“Lad here want to know if we saw a roadster come by here!” he said slowly.

There were three other farmhands and all gathered around. They put down their scythes very deliberately, and the plug of tobacco was duly passed around the group.

Frank waited.

“A roadster, eh?” asked one.

“A yellow roadster,” Frank told him.

One of the men removed his hat and mopped his brow.

“Seems to me,” he observed, “I did see a car come by here a while ago.”

“A yellow car?”

“No⁠—twan’t a yeller car. It was a delivery truck, if I remember rightly.”