"What's the reason we ain't?" mumbled Snall. He could hardly speak.
"You've been drinking too much—that's the reason."
"Humph!"
"We are going to run them machines an' don't you forgit it," mumbled Hellig, and lurched for ward.
"Don't you ride with those intoxicated fellows," said one of the hotel guests.
"We don't intend to," answered Dick. "All ready, Tom?" he called out.
"Yes."
"Then go ahead. I'll catch up to you."
"Hi, you stop!" screamed Snall, as one of the automobiles began to move off down the road. But Tom paid no attention to him.
Running swiftly, Dick reached the other car and hopped up to the chauffeur's seat. He had watched the driver operate the car and knew exactly what to do. He soon had the engine running and then he threw in the speed clutch just as Hellig lurched up.
"You mustn't run away with that machine!" he roared.
"Keep away!" cried Sam, and leaning out of the car he gave the chauffeur a shove that sent him flat on his back in the dust of the road. Then
