“No,” said Dick, “it certainly seems as though the best man and the best machine ought to win.”
“I understand that the race is to start from New York,” remarked Drake.
“Yes,” answered Bert, preparing to mount the machine, “from one of the beaches near the city. It’s to be actually from ocean to ocean. The rear wheel is to be wet in the Atlantic. Then the fight is on in earnest and only ends when the front wheel is dipped in the Pacific.”
“’Twill be some race,” remarked Martin.
“You’ll have to travel like the wind,” warned Hinsdale.
“Yes,” laughed Bert, as he threw in the clutch, “to make it in twenty days, I’ll have to go like a blue streak.”