The three boys rested for a while beneath the tree and then, as the sun sank, they mounted their cycles, put on good speed, and arrived home in time for supper, bearing excellent appetites, in spite of the good meal they had had at the farm house.
[CHAPTER XII.]
A WILD NIGHT RIDE.
“I say, Jerry,” began Bob, dismounting from his motor-cycle one afternoon in front of his chum’s house, “what do you say to a night ride?”
“You mean on our machines?”
“Sure. Let’s get acetylene gas lamps, that give a good light, and ride over to Fallsburg and back. We can start in the evening and easily make the round trip in five or six hours.”
Fallsburg was a town about the size of Cresville and forty miles distant therefrom. The road between was a fairly good one most of the way, and, by making a circuit involving about five miles more of travel an excellent highway for the whole distance was available.
It was decided to start right after supper, and the chums calculated they could make Fallsburg in about three hours. They did not intend to ride fast, and were out for pleasure rather than for speed.
Without special incident the trip to Fallsburg was concluded. It was nine o’clock when the boys reached the town, which was quite a lively place. Considerable of a stir was caused when our three heroes rode in on their machines, which were somewhat of a novelty there.