“It’s the finest I ever see,” he cried, admiringly. “Looks most too good to use.”
“Climb in, Joe,” commanded Bob.
He sprang to his place in the driver’s seat, pushed the button on the dash, and, immediately, the thunderous din of the motor echoed from every side and corner of the big interior.
“You’ve got ter know somethin’ to be an engineer of one o’ these things,” exclaimed Joe. “Still, I wouldn’t be a bit skeered to try my hand at drivin’.”
“There is nothing like a motor car to chase dull care away,” said Dave, who was reclining at ease on the rear cushions. “Let’s see: what does Bryant say——?”
“Nothing about motor cars, that’s quite sure,” laughed Bob, as the wheels began to revolve.
HE SPRANG TO HIS PLACE
Many vehicles and pedestrians were about, and warning blasts of the horn were often sounded. But the boys, not being in any particular hurry, gave Chauffeur Somers an easy job, following whichever streets their fancy dictated.
“This is rippin’!” cried Joe, enthusiastically. “Feels jist like gittin’ boosted along without nothin’ doin’ it.”