and bushes. Here, in the dust, could plainly be seen the marks of another automobile.
"Think they came this way, Dave?" questioned Sam.
"Yes, although some other folks may be at the Falls on an outing."
"Oh, I hope we don't meet them again!" said Belle Endicott. The two machines were running slowly and close together.
They passed on around a long curve, and over a small hill, and then came in sight of the river, glistening in the sunshine between the trees. From a distance came the roar of the Falls, where a fairly large body of water rushed steadily over the rocks.
"Isn't it a shame that they are going to use the Falls for a mill!" said one of the girls.
"Well, this is a commercial age, and so one must expect those things," answered Dave. "But I shall hate to see the Falls used for business. They are so pretty."
There was another turn just ahead, and it was lucky for Dave that he was running slowly, for there, across the road, were placed several logs and dead limbs of trees. As it was, he ran directly on top of some of the tree limbs before he could come to a stop, and Roger, so close behind, had to turn into some bushes to avoid ramming the car in front.
