"Certainly, Mr. Townsend, if it will oblige you we will stay here for a week," answered Matt.
"I'm obliged to you--to all of you. Now, I know, you're fagged out and in need of rest, so I won't keep you any longer. I suppose you will take that automobile to the police department and leave it with them to be turned over to the firm to whom it belongs?"
"We'll do that," said Matt, "before we go to our hotel."
"It would be wise, I think, to get it off your mind as soon as possible. And I have your promise to stay in town for a week?"
"Then I know you'll stay, for"--and here Townsend gave a confident smile--"I know that Motor Matt's word is as good as his bond."
He shook hands with the motor boys, and they went out of the house, got into the automobile and headed the machine back toward town.
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