“Why, does the speed make you dizzy?” asked the steersman, for indeed the pace was very rapid.
“No, but I’d like a chance to look for insects on the bushes as we pass. You never can tell when you may come across a rare specimen,” and through his big glasses the professor anxiously scanned the bushes on either side of the highway, for Jerry obligingly slackened the speed of the big car.
“Are we going to sleep in the car or a hotel to-night?” asked Ned, as the afternoon drew to a close, finding them about a hundred miles away from Pittsburg.
“I vote for the car,” spoke Jerry. “We haven’t tried it in some time. Besides, we can do as we please, and won’t have to bother with fixing up, as we would at a hotel.
“Another thing. If we go to a hotel, Noddy may find it out, and he can thus keep closer tabs on our movements. Whereas, if we sleep in the car, on some country road, we can start off before daylight, breakfast when we please, and no one will be any the wiser.”
“All right, the car it is,” agreed Ned. Anything suited the professor.
“Another good point about the car,” said Bob, “is that we can——”
“Eat whenever we want to,” finished Jerry with a laugh.
“I wasn’t going to say so,” retorted Bob. “I was going to say we could sleep better here, for it will be quieter out under the trees than in a hotel.”
“That’s the time he had you, Jerry,” laughed Ned.