Greg Holmes, in the meantime, was more concerned with looking out of the window.
"Why, say," muttered Greg. "Dick ain't driving to Mrs. Dexter's, not by a long shot. He seems to be heading straight into the business part of the town."
"You leave Dick Prescott alone to know what he's doing," advised Dave Darrin calmly.
"Yes; I guess that's right," assented Greg.
"Dick is the longest-headed fellow in our school."
"Except me," grinned Greg modestly.
"You? Huh! I'm glad you're not outside on the box."
"I reckon it's the first time Dick ever drove cab horses."
"He'll do it right, anyway."
"But I wonder why he isn't going to the Dexter house," pursued young Holmes.