CHAPTER VIII UNCLE EZRA LAUGHS
"Suppose you try it now, Mr. Hamilton," suggested the chauffeur, when they had gone several miles, the professional giving the new owner various instructions about the car.
"Yes, go ahead, Dick," urged Paul. "The sooner you get to know how to run it, the quicker we'll be off on our trip."
"Well, I want you fellows to pick up some of the fine points, too," said Dick. "I don't intend to run the car all the while."
"Oh, we'll do our share," agreed Innis. "Sit up now, Dick and show us what you can do."
It was not without a feeling of nervousness that Dick took the wheel, for certainly driving this big and powerful car was no light matter.
But they were on a broad and straight highway, where there was not much traffic, so Dick took his place at the wheel and levers, with the chauffeur near by in case of emergency, and Paul and Innis looking on, as anxious to learn as was Dick.
"She steers easier than I thought she would," remarked the wealthy youth, when he had driven for a mile or so.