“Bully boy,” said Bob, resuming his place at the wheel. “You’ve got the hang of the thing in great shape.”
Blake felt a glow of satisfaction. He was beginning to realize just why he had so often failed.
With Bob in control, the landscape seemed to fly by with astonishing rapidity, and evidences that they were approaching a big town soon greeted their eyes.
“Say, look at that, fellows!” exclaimed Tom, suddenly.
A gorgeously colored poster by the side of the road depicted some of the “Stupendous attractions” of Ollie Spudger’s Great Combined Peerless Circus and Menagerie.
“That’s worth looking at,” said Bob, bringing the machine to a stop.
“They’re going to stay on the scene for three days,” remarked Tom. “Say, Bob, that must be the very show we passed on the road last night. Let’s motor around and take a squint.”
“Oh, goodness, I never cared less to see a circus,” put in Charlie.
“Well, it won’t do any harm.”
“Or any good, either.”