“My turn this time,” Jack shouted, and was out almost as soon as the car stopped.
This drift was deeper than the first one and it took the boy all of fifteen minutes before he felt that there was a chance for the car to win through.
“We’ll strike Skowhegan some time next summer at this rate,” he laughed, as he stamped his feet on the running board.
As before, the car went through, but in less than a hundred feet they came to a halt for a third time.
“It’s no use,” Bob shouted, as the car came to a stop. “We’ll never get through to-night, that’s sure. Suppose you turn around, Mike?”
“What’s the use of trying?” Jack asked, before Mike had time to reply.
“We’d probably get stuck just as quick if we tried to go back. I move we stay here.”
“How about it, Mike? Got plenty of gas?” Bob asked.
“Filled her up in Waterville.”
“Then I think Jack’s suggestion is a good one. By running the engine once in a while we can keep plenty warm and they’ll probably break out the road early in the morning. What do you say Mike?”