“Oh, Jack, wouldn’t that be grand!”
“It would be unless some big bear came along to eat us up,” put in Martha.
“Oh, we killed off all the bears,” said Jack. And this remark made both of the girls giggle.
On and on sped the two cars, keeping just within sight of each other. Up hill and down hill they rolled, around broad curves, and over solid stone bridges and some that were built of wood and rattled loudly as they passed. The weather was so warm that they had all the windows down, so they could enjoy the fresh air to its fullest.
“Where do you suppose they are taking us?” whispered Randy to his brother, as they rolled swiftly along.
“Search me!” was the slangy answer. “They’ve certainly got something up their sleeve. I thought sure we were going home.”
“So did I.”
Suddenly the car guided by Sam Rover struck a broad curve leading to the left. A little farther on there was a crossroad, and presently through the trees and bushes Fred’s father caught sight of a long, low, yellow car on the other highway. As this car was coming from his right, he at once slackened his pace and blew his horn vigorously.
The occupants of the other car paid not the slightest attention to the warning, but kept on, faster, if possible, than ever. As a consequence, Sam Rover had to jam on the brakes. Then, as he came still closer to the crossroads, he prepared to make the turn and run, if possible, with the other car. Then came a wild tooting of the other horn, and the yellow car attempted to make a turn to the right to get into the highway on which the Rovers were running.