"She's coming up in good style," commented Ned, as he observed the increasing speed of the machine even though the grade of the hill grew greater.
"Couldn't be better," agreed Tom, with a satisfied smile. "All the power I need and then some! When she gets broken in I expect great things of her."
"Looks so," murmured Ned.
In a short time they were at the top of the hill and a long, level road lay before them. They made a momentary stop to cast off the blocking log and then went on.
"I'm going back and take a look inside," said Ned after a while. "I want to see how she rides."
There was a passage leading from the driver's seat to the interior of the House, and Ned was soon making his way through the various "rooms" as they might be called, though compartments would probably be the better term. He sat in the small chairs, let down one of the cots and stretched out on it and sat at the table, pretending to eat, though, as yet, there was no food aboard.
"How is it?" asked Tom, as his chum reappeared in the communicating passage.
"Slick as oil!" was the enthusiastic comment. "Rides like an ocean liner."
"That's good. Then there's nothing wrong in the construction. I was afraid she might sway too much."
"There is a little swaying," admitted Ned. "But I think that will be smoothed out when you get a load in."