“Sounds good to me,” commented Jerry. In fact, ever since he had heard that Mr. Baker had a new car his hands had been itching to grip the wheel. Now he might have an opportunity.
“Come on, we’ll get the car,” cried Chunky. “After we leave the message we’ll go for a ride.”
“It will be like old times,” remarked Ned, for the lads had gained more than a local reputation by their journeys about the country in motors.
Finishing their lunch, putting away Tinny’s enthralling letter, and writing the telegram to the Westerner did not take long. A little later the three youths were walking about and admiring Mr. Baker’s new car. It was a beauty—no mistake about that.
“How do you think the new four-wheel brakes will work?” asked Jerry, who knew something about cars. He had one, but not of a late model.
“You’ll soon find out,” remarked Bob. “I’ll let you fellows have a shot at it. Only remember one thing—don’t shove the brakes on too suddenly, for they grip twice as quickly as the old kind. Hop in—I’ll be out in a minute.”
He disappeared into the house on the run, while Ned and Jerry took their places on the front seat. Did any one ever see three lads ride anywhere but on the front seat of an auto, no matter how small?
“It’ll be a tight fit with Chunky in,” remarked Ned, looking at the space behind the wheel.
“Do him good to squeeze him,” chuckled Jerry. “Here he comes.”
Bob did not complain of the small space left for him at the wheel, but climbed in and the three lads were soon riding down the main street of Cresville, their home town.