And they did that night. At first it was a bit awkward, but soon they got used to the not too large apartment into which the auto was turned, and they found the bunks very comfortable.
The curtains were drawn over the glass doors and windows and with an electric light glowing in the roof, the boys went to sleep, well satisfied with their first day's trip.
They were under way soon after breakfast and traveled a good distance by noon, stopping for their meal in a little grove of trees just off a country road.
"What's the programme for to-day?" asked Paul, as they started off again, leaving a pile of wooden plates behind them as a souvenir of their stop.
"Hand me that road map, and I'll decide," spoke Dick. "It's in the flap pocket of that side door, nearest you, Paul."
Paul pulled from the leather compartment on the door an envelope, and handed it to Dick.
"No, that isn't it," said the young man. "Those are the papers I'm going to file with the court to save Mr. Wardell's property. The map is in the same place, in an envelope just like that. Now you've got it," as Paul pulled out another bulky envelope.
"Do you think it's safe to keep the law papers in such a place?" asked Innis.
"I don't see why not," replied Dick. "I don't want them in my pocket, for they might slip out when I walk around. And if I put them anywhere else in the auto I couldn't get at them in a hurry in case we caught fire, or had any accident. No one would think of looking in there for them, and if we leave the auto at any time we can take the documents with us. Now let's have a squint at this map. I think we can make Flagtown to-night."
"Flagtown!" exclaimed Innis, looking over his chum's shoulder. "That's quite a run."