“I guess there’s enough. We’ll soon know it if there isn’t.”
“What will happen?”
“She’ll heat up and smell like the dickens first.”
“Then what?”
“Stop, I guess. But we’ll be there by that time. She’s running like a charm now, isn’t she?”
“I guess she never went as fast before,” replied Willard. “And I don’t think I want to be in her when she does it again!”
“Do you suppose we can find a place to sleep when we get there? And a place to put the car in?”
“Sure! There’s a big hotel there. And I guess they’ve got a stable, or maybe, a garage. I wish we were there now. I’ll bet I’ll go to sleep to-night without being sung to!”
“And I’ll bet I’ll be running this old car all night long in my dreams,” answered Tom with a sigh. “My arm is as stiff as a poker right now and has funny little pains in it.”