“I’m going to try. There’s no question but what I can do it. But whether I can do it inside of twenty days is another question.”
“You don’t mean to say you are going to try to win that foolish bet?”
“I don’t see how I can help myself,” replied Tom. “It may have been a bit rash of dad to make it, but, now that he has, I must do all I can to help him win it. I owe it to my own reputation. It isn’t so much a question of the money.”
“Oh, dear!” sighed Mary.
“What’s the matter?”
“I wish you weren’t always chasing off on these wild trips, Tom!”
“I don’t go very often. And they aren’t as wild as the ones I used to take at first—like those to the bottom of the sea, for instance. I haven’t been on any for a long while, either.”
“No! Not since last fall when you inaugurated the Airline Express,” said Mary, a bit sarcastically. “And look what a lot of danger you were in!”
“But I came out all right and I made a lot of money,” said Tom, defending himself.
“And now you’re going around the world. Oh, dear!” and Mary sighed dolefully.