CHAPTER II.—PETER.
They put the young man on the back seat between Miss Campbell and Elinor, while Mary climbed in front and shared Nancy’s seat beside Chauffeur Billie.
“Where do you want to go?” asked that responsible young woman, waiting to start the car and addressing the aeroplanist over her shoulder.
“I’m on my way West.”
“So are we,” interrupted Billie.
“If you put me down at any convenient place along the way, I’ll be very much obliged. I’m going all the way to San Francisco.”
“But so are we,” cried the girls in one voice. “We’re going across the continent.”
The young man smiled for the second time, a charming smile which radiated his entire face and seemed to kindle two warm fires in his steady brown eyes.
“In this?” he asked.
“Why not?” Elinor was saying, somewhat on her mettle, when a motor cycle shot past them, stopped abruptly and a man jumped off and waited beside the road, signalling to them to stop the car.