“Well,” remarked Mr. Douglass, turning to the boys, “what do you say?”
“We’d better go,” said Harry. “It’s all arranged; and the wagon looks comfortable anyway. Don’t you say so, Phil?”
“Yes,” said Philip. “It’s no tally-ho, but I don’t know as that makes any great difference. It has wheels, and—horses,” after a pause.
Having taken outside seats, they climbed up on the wheel-hub and two steps, and were soon perched some ten feet above the ground ready to start. Just as they settled themselves in their places, a policeman came to the curb and spoke warningly to the driver, who said, “I can’t help it,” and gathered up the reins.
DRIVEWAYS OF THE GRAND BOULEVARD.
Mr. Douglass, who was not used to fast riding, made up his mind that their lofty seat might be a risky place to sit, and was gratified to find a stout rail at the back of the seat, which afforded an excellent place to hold on. Harry, too, concluded that they would soon be tearing at breakneck speed through the crowded streets of the city, and began to think he had been unjust to the “tally-ho.”
“We’re off!” said Philip, as the horses heaved at the traces and the wagon changed its place leisurely: At a slow walk they drew the wagon around the corner and stopped at another hotel. A man who seemed to be in charge alighted and entered the door. That was the last seen of him for a considerable period. Queries to the driver were smiled away. They waited and waited. Nothing happened. After their patience was gone, the missing man came back, and the coach floated on.
MAP SHOWING THE PARK
SYSTEM OF CHICAGO.