"Right you are, Lazy," put in Phil Lawrence. "But maybe, with Link Merwell gone, he won't be quite so bad as he was."
"Oh, that horrid Link Merwell!" cried Jessie. "I trust we never see or hear of him again!"
"Well, one thing is certain, Merwell will never get back to Oak Hall," said Dave. "He got his walking papers and that settled it. He is out for good, the same as Nick Jasniff."
"Dave, have you heard anything about Jasniff lately?" questioned Phil.
"One of the boys wrote that he had heard Nick had returned to the United States. Personally, I haven't seen or heard from him since we met in Europe—and I don't want to see him," added Dave, earnestly.
Toot! toot! came from behind the leading automobile, and a moment later the second car ranged up alongside.
"Guess you folks are doing more talking than running!" cried Roger, with a grin. "Here is where we show you the road!" And in a twinkling the second car shot ahead, and was "hitting her up," as Ben expressed it, at thirty miles an hour. Dave immediately turned on more speed likewise, and over the smooth, straight road both machines spun.
"Oh, Dave, is it safe?" asked Jessie, with a little gasp, as the speed increased.
"Yes,—as long as we are on the straight road," he answered. "We'll have to slow down at the turn."
"I like to ride fast—but not too fast," said Lucy Basswood, Ben's cousin, the other girl in the car.