"That's just the time you need it," said Harry. "By the way," he continued, "I will bring it around to your place this afternoon."
"Bring what?" asked the Professor.
"Your car; of course." And Sutoto and the boys laughed at the Professor's discomfiture.
"I thought there was some job about to be put up on me. I wondered why Blakely tried to keep me out of the warehouse yesterday."
But while this merry scene was taking place, five new machines were coming along B Street, with[p. 201] Blakely in the first one, and a competent chauffeur in each of the others.
"The first is yours, Harry, and the next one, with the red body is yours, George," said Blakely. "I thought we should surprise you."
"Why, there is John, too!" exclaimed Sutoto.
"Yes; he is in his car; he was greatly surprised. But the Professor's car is a neat one; don't you think so?"
The boys had no ears for any one or for anything. Each was a forty-horse power roadster, while the Professor's car had a five-passenger body, was handsomely upholstered, and equipped with particularly easy-riding springs. John's machine was equally well built, and after the boys had made a full examination of their own treasures, they investigated the other cars, and marveled at their beauty and appearance of comfort.
The procession of the machines naturally attracted the people who came from all directions to witness the wonder wagons which ran by themselves. They crowded around, and listened to every comment. The old Chief was the one most excited at the strange things.