"What yer want?" growled Hellig, thickly.
"We are going to leave you both here and run the cars ourselves," answered Dick, coldly. "You are not fit to run them."
"What's the reason we ain't?" mumbled Snall. He could hardly speak.
"You've been drinking too much—that's the reason."
"Humph!"
"We are going to run them machines an' don't you forgit it," mumbled
Hellig, and lurched forward.
"Don't you ride with those intoxicated fellows," said one of the hotel guests.
"We don't intend to," answered Dick. "All ready, Tom?" he called out.
"Yes."
"Then go ahead. I'll catch up to you."