"I think I could run one car—if we didn't go too fast," suggested Tom, who had run several machines at various times in his lively career.
"I could run the other."
"Then let us do it, Dick. Those fellows don't own the cars, and we didn't hire from them, we hired from the owner of the garage. I guess we have a right to run them under the circumstances."
The two boys walked back to the automobiles. All of the others were now anxious to know what was wrong and they had to give the particulars.
"Oh, Dick, you must not let them run the cars!" cried Grace, turning pale.
"I'd rather have you and Tom run them ten times over," declared Dora.
While the party was talking the two chauffeurs came from the hotel and walked unsteadily towards the automobiles. Their faces were red and their eyes blinked unsteadily.
"Stop!" called Dick, when they were some distance away, and the gardener and some guests of the hotel gathered around to see what was the matter.
"What yer want?" growled Hellig, thickly.
"We are going to leave you both here and run the cars ourselves," answered Dick, coldly. "You are not fit to run them."
