“It’s a great thought,” said Aleck, enthusiastically. “A dandy time ahead of us—hooray!”
“That’s what I think, too,” laughed George.
“Now we’ll swing along gently, so that no lynx-eyed constable will greet us with open arms.”
Here and there a house was passed. Soon they became more numerous, and, finally, the car was pounding slowly along the streets of Newburgh.
It was still early; the shops were brightly lighted, and in the business section, quite a crowd ebbed and flowed along the sidewalks. The experience was a novel one to Aleck Hunt, and he wondered at the ease and coolness with which his companion steered the big machine around wagons and out of the way of electric cars.
“Oh, this isn’t the first time I’ve done it,” laughed George, apparently divining his thoughts. “Once or twice I have been in pretty tight places, too. Look at that silly chump turning in ahead of us. He never stopped to see where he was going. That’s the kind of thing which often takes up a couple of inches’ space in the newspapers. Whoa, boy! Just grazed his wheel. There’s a garage over on the other side of the street, Aleck. We might leave the machine; then for something to eat, and a nice room in the best hotel in town.”
“All right,” grinned Aleck. “This is more fun than looking at a few little specks o’ light. Those other chaps certainly missed it.”
George quickly made arrangements to have his machine housed at the garage, and, in a few minutes, the boys were off searching for a hotel.
One to their liking was found in the upper part of the town, and they were soon enjoying a good meal in ease and comfort.