“It’s Latin for going slow,” I told him; “it’s the way your tongue goes—not.”
“Slight momentum means not much headway,” Westy said. Some highbrow.
I said, “If it means going slow I should think it would be footway and not headway.”
“Maybe it will be downway instead of upway,” Dorry Benton said.
“We should worry,” I told him. “We’ll never save any money with the car as near Bennett’s as this.”
Westy said, “Nothing ventured, nothing had.”
“All right,” we all shouted, “let’s go!”
So that was the beginning of the big adventure. Before so very long we had Alice in Wonderland tearing her hair from jealousy. We had Submarine Sam beaten twenty ways. We had the Arabian Nights knocked out in the first inning. We were lost, strayed or stolen. Also mislaid, misled, mishapped, misguided, mistaken and a few other things. Anyway, we were missed.
CHAPTER XXXII—BZZZZZZ
Now you’d better look on the map I made. Maybe it isn’t much good, but it’s better than the map of Europe. Our car was over about in the middle of the Sneezenbunker land. Because we didn’t want to take the reward from the Orphan Home for finding the inventor, my father said we could offer Tony fifty dollars to move his wagon for a little while. Fifty dollars would buy five hundred sandwiches. It would buy a thousand pieces of pie. We didn’t have any trouble with Tony that time.