"What's that—walk?" inquired Tom sarcastically.
"Please don't be any more foolish than you can help," said Dick with elaborate politeness; "what I was about to say was, that I think I know where I can borrow an automobile for the afternoon. How does that idea strike you?"
"Greatest ever," ejaculated Bert, "but where in the world are you going to get the car?"
"Leave that to your Uncle Dudley," replied Dick. "I met an old friend the other day. He's visiting relatives in the town for several weeks. He has all sorts of money, and sports two 'devil wagons.' He told me I could have the use of one any time I had a mind to ask for it, so I don't think I'll have any trouble on that score."
"That seems too good to be true," said Bert. "Suppose you look up your friend this evening after supper and make sure of getting the car. It's better to know in advance what we can count on."
"I'll do that," promised Dick, "and if I get back in time I'll let you know if everything is all right. If I get back late I'll tell you about it in the morning."
Matters were left in this state, and it was not until the next morning that the boys learned of the success of Dick's visit to the town.
When they caught sight of him in the morning, Bert and Tom did not have to question him.
"It's all right fellows," he said. "I fixed it all up, and we can have the car any time we want it. And the one we're going to use is a peach, too."
"That's certainly fine," said Tom. "We'll make the trip in tip-top style all right."