"Certainly. Why not? Henry Porter is going to loan me his runabout."
"Oh, I suppose it"s all right, but it"s a lot of money to carry with you alone--twenty thousand dollars."
"And to hear you talk I might suspect that you had designs on it.
I guess I"ll get over to New City with it safe and sound. I hardly think I need a bodyguard."
"Humph! Maybe not. I guess you"ll be all right."
"Your sister seems much interested in motoring," remarked Ed as they trudged along.
"Oh, yes, sis is just wild about it. She learned to run my car, and then began teasing for one of her own. We a were waiting for her seventeenth birthday to give it to her--mother and I--"
"Oh, I suppose you paid for part of it," remarked Ed with a laugh.
"No; but I ran it up from the garage for her. It"s a fine, up-to-date car, and now that sis has it she"s as happy as a kitten lapping up sweet cream."
"And she"s as plucky as--um--what shall I say? I never saw any one manage a car better than she did the day the brake wouldn"t work and they nearly ran into the train. I declare, when I saw her dive through that gap in the fence and steer toward me through the pond, I felt like yelling. I was almost frozen stiff. Couldn"t do a thing but look on."
"And sis thawed you out with a mud bath," said Jack. "Oh, Cora"s all right, even if I am her brother."
"She certainly is a star, if I may be pardoned the expression. Well, here"s where I"m going to leave you. I"ve got to stop at the post-office. People have gotten into the habit lately, and a mean habit it is, of mailing me bills about the first of the month. One would think they might let a fellow have a vacation from that sort of thing once in a while."
"Oh, I get mine, too. And this month they"re rather heavier than usual, as it"s Cora"s birthday."
"There"s Sid," suddenly remarked Ed, pointing down the road to where Sidney Wilc.o.x was coming around a turn, walking slowly.
"Yes, and I guess he gets his bills, too."
"Likely," admitted Ed. "He seems to have one now, and it doesn"t appear to please him," for Sid was intently studying a sheet of paper as he walked along. He turned back and looked up the road.
"Who"s he looking for?"" asked Jack.
"Give it up. No, I don"t, either. There she is. It"s Ida Giles."
Sidney waited for the girl to come up to him. Then he put the sheet of paper in his pocket, and the two walked along together until they came abreast of Ed and Jack. Sid nodded, which salutation was returned by the two fishermen. Ida made a slight motion with her head, which might or might not have been taken for a bow. Then the two pa.s.sed on.
"My, but they"re rushing it pretty fast!" commented Jack.
"Oh, Sid owns a nice little car--built for two," spoke Ed. "That makes it worth while for her."
"Yes, Ida does get in a lot of runs."
Jack turned to look at the girl. She was rather becomingly dressed in a dark-blue gingham sailor suit. Her red hair seemed fairly to blaze in the summer sunlight. Her companion slouched along in that indifferent way common to many youths of neutral temperaments--nothing much decided about them save their dislike for hard facts.
Ed and Jack had now reached the beginning of the sidewalk leading into town. They noticed a torn envelope lying on the flags. It was, as they could see, addressed to Sidney Wilc.o.x, and in one corner was the imprint of an auto firm, which made the style of car that Sid drove. The fishermen smiled at each other, but made no remark.
Perhaps the envelope had contained a bill.
"I may take a spin out on the road this afternoon," said Jack at parting. "Cora and the twins are going out, and we have promised to trail along after them."
"We?" questioned Ed.
"Yes. Walter and I, of course."
"Oh, of course--Walter."
"Jealous!" called Jack. "But cheer up. Perhaps we shall meet" you, and you"ll have a chance."
"Oh, I"ll be too busy with the cash, I"m afraid. But, at any rate, give my regards to your sister."
"Surest thing you know. How about the twins?"
"Well--er--never mind."
"All right. Say, Ed, come over to dinner some night. I want mother to meet you."
"All right, I will."
Ed turned away. He seemed unusually thoughtful. Was it Jack"s remark about carrying so much money, unprotected, along the highway that caused it? It was a large sum--twenty thousand dollars. But he was strong enough to take care of himself. Besides, he would have his revolver with him. He decided on this, though at first it had not occurred to him.
Then he laughed aloud at his worriment and his prospective precautions. Who ever heard of any one being robbed on the road from Chelton to New City?
CHAPTER Y
AN IMPROMPTU RACE
"All ready!"
It was Cora who spoke. She and her chums, the Robinson twins, and a fourth girl, were about to start out for the afternoon run Jack had mentioned. The fourth girl was Mary Downs, a little millinery model and helper, to whom Cora had promised a ride in the new car. It was Mary"s initial spin, and, as Cora cranked up, the young girl, with the queer, deep-set eyes, and the long, oval face so dear to the hearts of model-hunters, fairly quivered with antic.i.p.ation.
"Are you all right, Mary?" asked Cora with a rea.s.suring smile.
"Oh, yes," replied the girl with a happy little laugh. "This is--just glorious!"
"Wait just a minute," begged Bess. "I want to tie my hat on more securely. I do hope we get our auto bonnets soon."
"Madam said they would be finished to-day," remarked Mary. "They are very pretty, I think." Madam Julia was Mary"s employer.
"Chug! chug!" sounded from the motor as it speeded up, momentarily, drowning all conversation. Then, as Cora climbed in and adjusted the throttle and shifted the spark lever, she let in the clutch, and the car rolled gently away.
"Where were the boys to meet us?" asked Belle.
"At the turnpike junction," replied Cora as she deftly threw in the high speed gear, and that without the terrific grinding of the cogs that betrays the inexperienced hand. The Whirlwind leaped forward, and the girls clutched their hats. "Jack promised he wouldn"t be a minute late," went on Cora as she turned out to avoid a rut.
"Jack usually is on time," murmured Isabel. She almost lisped, yet the more you heard it the more you thought it was but a pretty little catch in her voice--in the accent--after the manner of babies, who seem to defer all they have to say to their listener.