They sped down the hill and there found the road turned to the left and crossed a small stream. Then they reached a corner with several signboards.
"Hurrah! that's the way to Philly!" cried Sam.
"But it doesn't say how many miles," protested Grace.
"Never mind, we are bound to get there before dark, and that is all we care," came from Nellie.
In the exhilaration of running the cars, Dick and Tom soon forgot about the trouble with the chauffeurs. It was great sport, and as soon as Dick "got the hang of it," as he said, he let the speed out, notch by notch. His car ran a trifle more easily than did the other and before long he was a good half mile ahead of that run by Tom. Those in the rear shouted for him to slow down, but the wind prevented him from hearing their calls.
"This is something like, isn't it?" said Dick to Dora, who was beside him.
"Oh, it is splendid!" she replied enthusiastically. "I feel as if I could go on riding forever!"
"An auto certainly beats a team all to bits, if the road is good."
They passed up another hill, and then through a patch of woods. Then they made a sharp
