“Step this way,” said the manager.
When his summons were obeyed he leaned out from beneath the shelter, extending a lean hand toward Dave’s indistinct form.
“Here’s that quarter, boy!”
“And you needn’t give a receipt for it just now,” guffawed Mr. Spudger.
“Thank you!” laughed Dave.
Joe, already in his place, his hands grasping the lines, waited until Dave Brandon was seated beside him, then his long whip cracked sharply, the horses plunged and struggled, the wheels reluctantly began to move, and the interrupted journey was resumed.
CHAPTER XX
VIC TURNS UP
The motor car boys arrived late at night, or, rather, early in the morning at Kenosha, left their mud-begrimed machine at the garage, and hastened to the hotel. There, to their great satisfaction, they learned about Dave’s telephone message, then, with minds relieved from all further anxiety, congregated in Bob Somers’ room.
“Well, we have made a night of it,” began Charlie.
“And a morning, too,” piped Tom.