The proprietor, a smiling and effusive little Frenchman, greeted
them warmly.
"I myself have a tire that shall be yours," he told them. "It shall be
taken from my own car and put upon yours. Jacques!"
In response to this call a dapper little waiter came forward, and to him
the proprietor made known his desires. The waiter bowed and departed. The
proprietor turned to the lads.
"While Jacques is making ready messieurs' car," he said with a bow, "it
will give me pleasure to have messieurs lunch with me."
"How long will it take him to fix it?" asked Hal.
The little Frenchman shrugged his shoulders.
"Perhaps fifteen minutes, perhaps twenty," he replied.
"In that event," said Hal, "we shall be glad to accept your invitation."
The Frenchman beamed upon them, and led the way to the rear of the little
room, where he motioned them to seats at a somewhat secluded table.
"We shall not be disturbed here," he said.
A light luncheon was soon upon the table, and the lads fell to with a
will, for they were quite hungry.
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