"Don't you worry. Dick will crawl along at three miles per," drawled Tom. "The moonlight is too fine to run fast. Besides, Dora is going to sit in front with him."
"I'll make the run in about an hour and a half," said Dick, "and that is fast enough. We don't want to get back too early."
"Might go around the block," suggested Sam.
"Around the block would mean about fifteen miles extra," said Dora, who knew all about country "blocks."
"I don't know the roads, so I'll keep to the one we came on," answered Dick. "All ready? Then off we go," he added, and started on low speed, which he soon changed to second and then high. "This is something like!" he cried as he settled back with his hands on the wheel.
"Keep your eyes on the road, and not on Dora," cautioned Tom.
"Say another word and I'll drag you from Nellie and make you run the car," retorted Dick, and then Tom shut up promptly.
Mile after mile was covered, and Dick proved that he could run the big automobile fully as well as the regular driver. The moon was shining brightly, so that it was very pleasant. The party sang songs and enjoyed themselves immensely.
