“Well, what time is it now?” he asked.
“Twenty-five past two,” responded Willard, leaning back so that he could see the clock in the waiting-room through the nearest window. Spider sighed with relief.
“That’s all right then,” he said. “I’ll wait. There isn’t anything going on to-day, anyway.”
“Isn’t the team playing Cold Spring this afternoon?” Tom enquired.
“Yes, but it costs ten cents each way on the trolley and I thought I’d rather have a ride in your automobile. Besides, Cold Spring hasn’t any sort of a team. I saw Jimmy Lippit this morning and he said we’d win easily. Jimmy’s going to play to-day. Jordan’s gone away for a month; gone to the beach. Wish I was!”
“Don’t be a chump, Spider,” said Tom. “We aren’t going to take your quarter. You could have gone to Cold Spring and had your ride with us, too. We didn’t charge Jerry anything——”
“You didn’t!” Spider’s blue eyes opened wide. “Why, he said you took him and Teddy down to the station and back again and that the fare was a quarter each way!”
“So it is,” laughed Willard, “but they didn’t pay it. You hang around until the 3:14 goes, Spider, and we’ll give you a good ride.”
“Honest? That’s awfully good of you. I—I’m willing to pay, though, Will. I’ve never ridden in one of those, you know. Have you fellows been making a lot of money?”