"Start off!" exclaimed Innis Beeby.
Dick pressed the button of the electric starter. There was a hum, a throb of the powerful motor, and the big car moved slowly out of the yard. Dick and his chums were off on their long trip.
CHAPTER XII UNCLE EZRA PLOTS
"What's our time-table, Dick?" asked Paul, as they swung out of Hamilton Corners into the less-populated country.
"We haven't any. That is, we're not going to try to make any special time, as long as we get to 'Frisco by September first," for Dick had told his chums of the endeavor he was going to make to save Mr. Wardell's fortune.
"What's our programme, then?" Innis Beeby wanted to know. "Are we going to run along, hit or miss, or have we some definite plan?"
"I thought I gave you our route."
"Well, old man, we went over it so often, and made so many changes, that I don't know now whether we're going by way of New Orleans or Alaska."