"I should say yes!" added Paul. "It's gorgeous! How are you going to pick out a car among so many, Dick?"
"Oh, there's only one kind I want. I hope I find it here. But there's no hurry. Let's look about."
And indeed the sights were well worth viewing. There seemed to be every kind of car represented, from little runabouts to palatial enclosed vehicles that would carry eight persons. And there were trucks, from small three-wheeled ones, that could be used to deliver a lady's hat, to monsters that could shift a five-ton safe with ease.
There was the hum of motors, electricity driven, for gasoline was not allowed in the building on account of the fire danger. There was the snapping of spark-plugs, some of which were being shown at work under water, to prove how hard it was to short circuit them. And there was the crackle of a wireless outfit in use, to demonstrate how it could be attached to an army-auto in war time.
The boys roved about the big space, visiting exhibit after exhibit. Several times Dick thought he saw what he wanted, but he always decided to look further, in the hope of finding something a little better.
As he and his chums passed a place where they had lingered long over some beautiful enclosed cars, powerful and efficient with many new appliances, Dick's eye was caught by a big car standing by itself in an open space. It was painted dark green, and for a moment its size almost made Dick believe it was a sort of dummy, used for advertisement purposes.
Then, as he saw the heavily tired wheels and caught a glimpse of the engine under the open hood, he exclaimed:
"That's the car for me, boys!"
The three crowded closer to the big auto, and their wonder grew as they noted how it was fitted out.