The man started and looked at the oldest Rover boy sharply.
"What's that to you?" he asked, shortly.
"Everything. We want to go to the same place."
"And as quickly as you can get us there," added Tom.
The chauffeur surveyed the three Rovers in amazement. Then he took off his coat and shook it briskly.
"Sorry, but I can't take you," he said, slowly. "I've got another job in—er—in half an hour."
"You are going to take us," said Dick, firmly. "And right away. What did those men pay you?"
"What is that"
"How much out with it? I haven't any time to spare."
"Ten dollars."
"All right. You'd like another ten, wouldn't you?"
"Sure. But"
"Ten dollars to get us to the same place inside of twenty minutes," went on Dick, and showed a roll of bankbills.
"Can't do it—in this slippery weather," answered the man, his eyes glistening at the sight of the money. "Make it in half an hour."
