up for reckless driving—but don't say I told you," said the gardener.
"Humph! This is serious," murmured Tom. "I don't like to trust a chauffeur who drinks."
"Come with me," said his brother, in a low tone. "Just wait for us," he shouted to the others, who were now in the two cars.
He walked behind the ice-cream pavillion, Tom at his side, and then the pair reached a side door, connecting with the hotel barroom. They looked in and at a small table saw the two chauffeurs drinking liquor from a bottle set before them. Both were rather noisy and had evidently been imbibing freely.
"I won't let no boy run me and tell me what I shall take," they heard Hellig say thickly.
"I'll drink what I please and when I please," answered Snail. "Let us have another, Nat."
"Sure."
"This is the worst ever!" murmured Tom. "They are in no fit condition to run the cars. I wouldn't trust my neck with either of them."
"And I am not going to trust the lives of the girls in their care," answered Dick, firmly.
"What are you going to do?"
"I don't know yet. But one thing is settled—they shan't take us back."
