"Well, when do we start?" asked Paul.
"Yes; we've been doing nothing but dream of this trip!" cried the other.
"We'll leave this week!" declared Dick.
And he was as good as his word. His plans were completed, the route finally decided on, and, with the auto thoroughly in shape, the boys started off early one morning, Grit sitting proudly beside Dick, who was at the wheel.
"Take care of yourself, my boy," cautioned Mr. Hamilton, as he shook hands with his son and his chums.
"I will, Dad. If Uncle Ezra asks for me—well, tell him I'll see him later!"
"I will. Have you the papers safe?"
"Yes, they're in the auto where no one can find them. I'll write as often as I can. All ready, boys?"
"Let her go, Dick!" cried Paul.