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But perhaps it was some one not used to
riding in autos, and he may have imagined the accident was worse
than it was, and called for help involuntarily. There is no
evidence of any serious accident having happened--no spots of
blood, at any rate," and Tom laughed at his own grimness. "It was
a new car, too, or at least one with new tires on."
"How do you know?" asked Mr. Damon.
"Tell by the plain marks of the rubber tread in the dust," was
the answer. "Look," and Tom pointed to the wheel marks in the
focus of his electric lamp. "It's a new tire, too, with square
protuberances on the tread instead of the usual diamond or round
ones. A new kind of tire, all right."
He and Mr. Damon remained for a few minutes looking about the
place whence had come the calls for help, and then the eccentric
man remarked:
"Well, as long as we can't do anything here, Tom, we might as
well travel on; what do you say?"
"I agree with you. There isn't any use in staying. We'll get
the Air Scout fixed up and travel back home. But this was
something queer," mused Tom.


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