“Oh well, Andy’s all right. He’s done us lots of good turns,” declared Ned.
“That’s right,” agreed his chums.
Little of incident marked their morning trip, save that Ned and Bob had a discussion as to which was the best place to eat, a dispute that ended when Jerry picked out an altogether different restaurant, and stopped the car in front of it.
After a brief rest they were on their way again. Now they were in unfamiliar country, and several times they had to stop to ask which road to take, as the road map seemed faulty.
“We’re not going to get there before dark at this rate,” said Bob, as he looked at his watch, and noted a sign-board which stated that Fordham was still many miles away.
“Oh, well, we’ve got good headlights,” Jerry said.
It clouded up about four o’clock, and at five was so dark that the headlights had to be set aglow. At a cross-road Jerry stopped the car.
“Hop out, Ned, and see which turn to take,” he said.
Ned, with a pocket flashlight, examined the board.