“So you are goin’ ter git, eh, fellows?” he remarked, slowly. “I’m mighty glad I met this here bunch. Maybe I’ll see you ag’in some day.”
“And by that time Brandon might give you a job as his private secretary,” laughed Victor.
When the crowd returned to the hotel they found that Tom’s literary labors were not yet concluded. The others, however, having decided that it was time to turn in, pen, ink and paper were promptly wrested from him.
“If I don’t get some rest soon,” declared Dave, “I’ll be in danger of going to sleep right here.”
Although this appeal was heeded, the task of awakening the historian next morning proved to be one of heroic proportions.
“Oh ho!” he yawned, at last wearily dragging himself to his feet, in answer to their repeated knocking. “All right, Bob! No; you needn’t batter down the door. I’m coming directly.”
In spite of his objections breakfast was hurried through with unseemly haste, and a quick start made for the garage.
There, they jumped into a machine looking as spick and span as though it had just come from the salesroom.
“And this time I do hope we manage to reach Milwaukee,” said Victor.
“If Tom doesn’t get out of our sight we may,” laughed Charlie.