CHAPTER XXII
HOT ON THE TRAIL
The boys had no appetite, but as they were in the dining room they ordered a light lunch and paid for it. Then they saw an automobile come splashing through the mud of the road.
"There is that car!" cried Sam, as he recognized the driver.
The boys ran out and made their way through the rain to the garage. The enclosed touring car had just entered and the driver had shut off the power. The wind shield had been up, but the man had gotten quite wet and stood shaking the water from his coat.
"Here's the car!" cried the colored man, coming forward.
"So I see," returned Dick. He turned to the driver. "Pretty bad traveling, I imagine."
"You bet! The road is a mass of slippery mud. I came near skidding half a dozen times."
"Where did you go?" and Dick stepped closer to the chauffeur.
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