And so it proved. Dick's purchase of the car was confirmed in a telegram to the makers, and the information was added that Mr. Hamilton's bankers had been instructed to send a certified check for the price.
"I have sent for one of our engineers," the salesman told Dick, when the latter and his two chums visited the Garden after breakfast. "You can go for a spin on the road this afternoon."
"Good!" cried Dick. "Get ready, fellows!"
Matters went through without a hitch. The price was paid over, and the car formally became Dick's. Then the professional chauffeur arrived, and after some manipulation the big touring machine was run out of the Garden, while a crowd gathered around to see the novel sight.
"It looks almost as big as a Pullman coach," declared Innis Beeby.
"Well, let's get in and see if it rides like one," suggested Dick.
"Look at the auto swells!" cried a newsboy. "Hurray!"
"As long as our heads aren't swelled we're all right," remarked Paul.
The oil and gasoline tanks had been filled, and, after looking over the various parts, the chauffeur got in, taking the driver's seat, the boys disposing themselves comfortably on the long, leather-covered benches, that would later be made into sleeping berths.
"Isn't he going to crank up?" asked Innis in some surprise, for the motor was not running when the chauffeur took his place.