"And the old boat is still rolling along. When we get back I'm going to have that steering wheel fixed. It very nearly cost us our lives."
On through the storm the Hardy boys drove, until at last they reached the place where they had parked on the previous night. There was no one in sight as they drove out onto the grass, and Frank turned off the engine and switched out the lights. Quickly, they scrambled out, raised the lid of the locker, and got inside.
The locker was warm and dry. The boys were comfortable enough, aside from being somewhat cramped, and they could hear the rain roaring down on the top of the roadster as the storm grew in violence.
Warned by their former experience, the boys had made themselves more comfortable than they had previously been. On the floor of the locker they had spread a soft rug and they had also supplied themselves with two small but comfortable pillows.
"I am not going to wear out my knees and elbows," Frank had said. "The last time we were out my left elbow was black and blue."
"We'll fix it up as comfortable as a bed," Joe had answered.
In addition to the rug and pillows the boys had brought along a small box of fancy crackers and also a bottle of cold water, for hiding
