“No, that was only a joke,” he explained. “I mean I’m going to have a new tire put on the Get There–have it re-tired you see. Get the idea? It was a joke.”
“A tired one,” yawned Ed. “Come on to bed.”
“Say, if we try to get off any more smart sayings we’ll all have the nightmare,” suggested Walter.
“And it’s no fun to make a tour on one of those creatures instead of in an auto,” put in Norton.
The young travelers were soon on their way to that part of the hotel set aside for them. Mrs. Fordam had seen to it that the girls got the most comfortable rooms. The boys were not so particular.
“We’ll try and get started by nine o’clock,” suggested Cora, as she bade her brother good-night.
“That’s too early,” he protested. “Why, we’d have to get up and have breakfast at seven. Make it ten, Sis, and that will give me time to have that tire looked after. Otherwise I may be holding you back all along the route.”
“All right,” Cora assented. “We’ll make it ten.”
“Say, old man, who was she?” asked Walter, as he and Jack strolled along the corridor together. “Tell a fellow; can’t you? I won’t give you away if you were stringing the girls.”
“I wasn’t stringing them!” declared Jack. “It all happened just as I’ve said.”