“Not if I can help it!” Doris declared. “If he doesn’t belong to anyone, we can take him with us.”
“What will the Misses Gates say when you come dragging him in?” Dave asked with a smile.
“Oh, they won’t care. He’s such a darling!”
“What shall we name him?” Kitty questioned.
“Let’s call him Wags,” Doris exclaimed impulsively. “The name seems appropriate.”
Wags had no objection to entering the car and snuggled down comfortably between the two girls. With an anxious glance at the sky, Dave started the engine.
“Looks like a big storm is rolling up,” he said.
The girls had been so interested in Wags that they had paid scant attention to the clouds, but now as Doris looked about, she was alarmed. The air was oppressive and not a breath of wind was stirring. Heavy black clouds had loomed up in the west and rapidly were spreading over the entire sky.
“I think I can get you to Locked Gates before it strikes us,” Dave said grimly, as he shifted gears and stepped heavily on the gas pedal. “Hold tight!”
The roadster fairly shot down the road. As the figures crept upwards on the tape of the speedometer, Doris and Kitty clung to each other. Not until the car began to rock and weave on the road, did Dave reduce his speed and then only slightly. However, he held the roadster steady and handled the wheel with such a sure hand, that the girls had confidence in his driving.