“And whatever you do,” called Mrs. Hopkins after them, “don’t sleep in damp clothes.”
“We’ll dry ’em out in Bob’s refrigerator!” shouted back her son, with a laugh.
And then, amid farewells from the crowd on the Slade lawn, the Motor Boys started away.
“Ho for the West!” cried Bob, swallowing the last of a bit of chocolate he had munched so he would not get hungry. “The West and the cattle mystery!”
[CHAPTER VII]
THE STOWAWAY
“Like old times, isn’t it?” suggested Ned, who sat beside Jerry.
“It sure is,” agreed the tall lad. “After all, in spite of the fact that we’ve had some cracking good times in our motor boat, and in the airship above the clouds, there’s nothing like a good car for a change. She has great pulling power,” he added, nodding toward the hood of the automobile, where the powerful engine was chugging away. “Watch her take this hill on high,” he went on.
“She’ll never do it,” Ned retorted.