“I never saw anything more exciting,” put in Helen Gale.
And all three of the young ladies looked as if they wanted to hug the winner of the contest.
But Bob had no desire to be made a hero of, and dodged those who would have done him public honor. He slipped to one side, and managed to join his two chums.
“Fine!” cried Jerry. “However did you do it?”
“I just took it easy until they thought I had no speed in my machine,” answered Bob, smiling. “Then, when I saw a chance, I let it out. I’m sorry you and Ned didn’t win though.”
There were other races to come, bicycle events, a running contest and a test against time by an automobile, but the boys wanted to get off by themselves and talk matters over, so they went to the dressing rooms, donned their street clothes, and, Jerry’s machine having been fixed, all three motors were left in charge of Pete Bumps.
The boys found a quiet corner of the grand stand and sat down to talk.
“Do you still think you’ll ask for an automobile?” inquired Ned.
“Sure. That is if father will let me have one, and I don’t see why he will not.”