“To be honest, he wanted me to come over and settle it for him and his chums,” replied the instructor. “He said there was some doubt about the feasibility of making the trip.”
Mr. Baker explained how matters stood. He and the other parents were willing the boys should have a good time, he said, but did not want them to run into danger.
“Do you think they could make a trip away out West in their car?” asked Mr. Baker.
“From what I know of the boys, and from the build of their car, I have no doubt it could be done with perfect safety, as far as ordinary conditions are concerned,” said Mr. Wakefield. “Of course, there will be some few troubles, but none that cannot be overcome with a little work. I think the trip is perfectly possible. In fact, you know, autos have gone clear across the continent.”
“Then you think we ought to let the boys go?” asked Mr. Slade.
“I—think—you—ought to,” replied the instructor, with purposed deliberateness, smiling at the anxious lads.
“Hurrah!” yelled Bob, forgetting that he was in the house.
“Lucky I thought to go and get him,” spoke Jerry to Ned.
“I might add,” went on Mr. Wakefield, “that I am going to make a trip as far as Chicago. If you decide to let the boys go, they could accompany me that far, at least. It would be a good experience for them.”
“Oh, dad! Please let us go!” pleaded Bob.