The road was an excellent one having been constructed by the Great Northern Paper Company and opened to the public only a short time before.
“Any speed limit up here?” Jack asked as he increased his pace.
“Not unless you see a cop,” Bob laughed.
Faster and faster the wheels sped until Bob’s speedometer registered fifty miles an hour.
“This is fast enough,” he shouted.
“Righto,” Jack shouted back. “Keep her steady.”
A few minutes later they flew past the Lilley Bay House and then for miles only the unbroken forest lined the road, until about twelve miles further on they came to a small log cabin, the headquarters of the Maine forester. On the left side of the road was a small spring house and they stopped for a drink of water.
“Seems as though there must be ice in that water,” Jack declared after he had taken a good drink.
“It’s not much above freezing for a fact,” Bob agreed.
“Thirty-six degrees all der time.”