“The last of yesterday and the first of to-day have been nicely rolled together,” laughed Bob.
“Say”—Tom managed to stifle a tremendous yawn—“I certainly like the nerve of that fellow in the buggy.”
“That’s just what I didn’t like about him,” said Charlie. “It’s sure that he never took any correspondence school lessons in politeness.”
“And the idea of his taking down our license number! Honest, Bob, I came mighty near calling him down for that.”
“He made a noise like a steam calliope, but he couldn’t take us down,” grinned Bob.
“I certainly hope we don’t meet him again,” yawned Charlie.
“Oh, I wouldn’t know him from a baseball bat,” said Tom. “By this time, fellows, I reckon Dave and Victor have made a safe steal for home—meaning they’ve reached Milwaukee.”
“And if so Captain Bunderley won’t be put out,” chirped Blake.
“I wonder if that is where Dave and Vic really have gone,” mused Bob.
“Why, of course!” answered Tom, making an heroic attempt to control his blinking eyes.