"It usually does," said Hiram. "If you're bound to do it, though,
Dave—"
"I certainly am."
"Ask Mr. Grimshaw's advice, first."
"Not for worlds."
"Why not?"
"I think he would try to stop me. See here, Hiram, I've thought it all over. I know it's a hard, rough night, but I also know what the Baby Racer can do."
"It's a pretty bad night to do any fooling in the air," remarked
Hiram.
"There won't be much fooling about it, Hiram. I know the chances and, I shan't look for any fun. It is a bad night, I know, but the wind is right, and I can head straight into it in reaching Kewaukee."
"How far away is Kewaukee, Dave?"
"Ninety-five miles."