“Maybe we can find out in a directory what Carm stands for,” suggested Spud.
“Exactly, Spud. Say, will you get us to Boston just as soon as possible?”
“I sure will.”
“How far is it?”
“About thirty-five miles.”
“Then you can make it in an hour.”
“Yes, if——” And Spud closed one eye suggestively.
“If what?”
“If they don’t arrest us for speeding. It’s against the law to run fast, you know.”
“Oh, well, we’ll have to take a chance,” declared Tom. “It’s a case of necessity.”