CHAPTER VI THE RUINED MILLIONAIRE
"What a car!"
"It's got folding bunks in, as sure as you're born!"
"And that looks like a small kitchen!"
"Those tires are a new kind, too—cushion instead of pneumatic!"
"Say, you could drive that through a hail storm and you'd never know it!"
"That's the car for me, boys, if dad will stand for it, and I can get it!" Thus exclaimed Dick Hamilton, the other exclamations coming from his two chums as they stood admiring the big car.
Nor were they the only ones, for a throng had gathered about the space where the peculiar auto was being exhibited. In general shape it was like any large enclosed car, but it exceeded in size any Dick had ever seen. And in the interior appointments, certainly it was the "last word" in auto construction.