have any sense of decency left; we accept anything and everything you want to offer.”
“All right,” laughed Whiting, jovially. “That’s good. Do you fellows mind going a bit fast?”
“Not a bit,” answered Roy and Dick in a breath. The big car shot forward and the wind rushed by them. The road was fairly straight and level and quite deserted, and the car tossed the miles behind in a way that made the boys stare.
“Going all right now!” bawled Whiting in Chub’s ear.
“None too fast for me—Whoa!”
“What’s the matter?”
“Cap’s gone. It doesn’t matter, though.”
“Lost your cap? I’ll stop and you can—”
“Don’t do it,” begged Chub. “I couldn’t find it in a week—besides I’d rather lose a dozen caps than have this stop!”
On they went into the white radiance. Trees and fences and poles rushed toward them from the glare ahead and disappeared into the blackness behind. The road was following the railroad now, and for an exciting minute or two they
