“I don’t think they could.”
“I reckon there’s plenty of hope, yet,” and the cowboy heaved a long breath. “There’s a house, Matt,” he added abruptly. “We’re getting out of the woods.”
“We’ll probably see a town pretty soon. Wonder what the speed limit is through the villages in this part of the country?”
“Never mind the speed limit, pard. Keep her wide open.”
Five minutes more of rapid traveling saw the houses thicken along the road. People began to be seen, and two or three machines were passed.
“Better slow down,” a passenger in one of the cars called to the boys as they scurried past. “They’ll nab you in Leeville if you don’t.”
Matt thought the advice good, and heeded it.
The disreputable appearance of the red car excited a good deal of curiosity. McGlory, too, came in for a fair share of guying. He had on the dress suit, of course, and, although he had lost the white cap, he still wore the apron.
“I’ve been too excited to think about the apron,” he laughed, removing the object, and casting it into the road. “I’m wearing this dress suit, I reckon, at the wrong end of the day, but I can’t get rid of that for a while yet.”
Neither of the boys had a hat, but that fact was of minor importance.