“What!” scoffed Victor. “Anybody can do it. How many lessons did it take before you learned how to blow the horn?”
Tom, uttering a snort of indignation, threw in the clutch, for by this time the others were in their places.
The car had traveled over a mile before Victor spoke again.
“Say, Somers”—his tone was very mild and sweet—“you’ll let me drive, won’t you—just a little way?”
“A revolution is coming,” murmured Charlie.
“I’m afraid not, Victor,” answered Bob. “It’s too risky.”
“How about Clifton? He hasn’t run into anything yet.”
“Tom took a course of instruction.”
“Come now, Somers, what are you afraid of?” Victor’s eyes were snapping. He leaned over and touched Dave on the shoulder. “See here, Brandon, say a word for me. I want to chauf.”
“It is not so written in the book of destiny,” laughed Dave. “Experience and wisdom teach us that. Experience is sometimes necessary before wisdom can be acquired.”