“Back to the hotel, Jones,” said Martin.
“G’lang, ye rubber-tired freak!” whooped the man on the walk, as the Red Spider started off.
“We’re going to pull out of here to-night,” observed Martin.
“Which way do we travel?”
“Never you mind which way we travel!” was the sharp response. “All you got to do is to work the levers and steer where I tell you to.”
“Certainly, sir.”
“We’ll take the Red Spider to the barn,” went on Martin, “and then we’ll go to the hotel.”
“Where’ll I put up?” asked Nick.
“You remember the room next to the one where you were operating this afternoon?”
“Yes, sir.”