[CHAPTER XXIII.]
THE RIDE TO BOSTON.
Ned found Mr. Wakefield, the athletic instructor, in the gymnasium of the club house. The boy hastily told him of the trouble, not however mentioning Jack’s name.
“And, Mr. Wakefield,” said Ned, in great distress, “if we can’t get those carburetor parts we can’t race.”
“I’ll do all I can to help you,” said Mr. Wakefield. “Take my machine and welcome.”
Ned really had quite a task before him. It was a long ride to Boston, and there would be no moon. Besides the roads were not of the best. It was after four o’clock when he secured Mr. Wakefield’s machine, and a half hour was lost in oiling it up, and seeing that it was in shape for the lengthy trip.
“I do not know whether to let you go or not,” said Mr. Slade, when Ned broached the subject to him.
“I really must go, father,” and Ned spoke so earnestly that Mr. Slade was more than half persuaded.
“Well, I suppose it is hard to have to think of giving up the race,” he said at length. “And it seems to be the only way to do. So you may go, but be very careful.”
“I will,” promised Ned.