a wife and two little children, and she'll be scared to death if Bill is injured."
"Then go right along. Only see to it that the car is in good working order," answered Dick. And then he followed the chauffeur to the shed where the automobile was stored, and had the peculiar working of that make of car explained to him. As my old readers know, Dick had driven a car before, and understood very well how to do it.
As there was no particular need for hurrying, and as it promised to be a fine moonlight night, the Rover boys and their company did not leave the hotel until nearly eight o'clock. Then Dick lit the lamps of the machine and ran it around to the piazza, and the others bundled in.
"Are you sure you can run this car, Dick?" asked Dora a bit timidly.
"Oh, yes, Dora. It is of a make that I have run before, only the other was a five-seat instead of a seven. But this one runs the same way."
"Dick is a born chauffeur," said Sam. "Wait till you see him let the car out to sixty miles an hour."
"Mercy! I don't want to run as fast as that!" cried Grace.
"We'd all be killed if anything should happen," added Nellie.
