"We are to take a tour in a rubber-neck wagon," he added.
"A rubber-neck wagon!" cried his mother. "Benjamin, what language!"
"Well, that is what they usually call the touring automobiles," he answered, with a grin.
To some of the folks on the trip, going to bed on a train was much of a novelty, and they watched with interest while the porters made up the berths.
"Do you remember the time we had Billy Dill along, and what he thought of sleeping on a train?" remarked Dave, to Phil and Roger.
"I sure do," answered the shipowner's son, with a chuckle. "When he saw the seats converted into beds he wanted to know if they didn't have a ballroom aboard, or a church, or a farm," and at the recollection of the old tar's questions all in the party had to laugh.
"Where is this Billy Dill now?" asked Shadow.
"Safe in an old sailors' home," answered Dave. "He took a trip or two to sea, but he couldn't stand it, so we had him put in the home."
"You've got him to thank for a good deal, Dave," remarked the senator's son, in low tones.
"Yes, and I'll never forget Billy Dill," answered our hero, as he remembered how the old tar had helped him to find his Uncle Dunston,
