“According to the almanac,” his brother responded, “we’re going to have many big storms this winter and lots of ice. Why! there’s a regular blizzard due before Christmas.”
“Well, I like the winter,” declared Billy. “But if the Colasha stays frozen over we’ll not use the Red Arrow again till spring.”
“No; I suppose not.”
“And with the roads deep in snow we won’t do much fast riding on either our Flying Feathers, or our racing-auto.”
“Oh! there’ll be good weather for motor-car races yet.”
“That’s so,” cried Billy. “I guess we can get a bit of fun out of the old car, eh?”
“We’ll try,” agreed Dan, who was just as much of a motor enthusiast as his younger brother.
Billy had hopped in and taken the wheel. The motor was singing beneath them and in a moment the electric truck lurched forward and they slid out of the Fifield yard.
When they turned into the road, heading for home, the wind and snow struck them with all their force.
“Some storm!” Billy muttered, with set teeth, and trying to peer ahead.