Let's take this car. I
can run this O.K., and it will hold the four of us."
"All right," said Jack; "we're only going a few blocks up the
beach. Hop in, Patty."
Farnsworth and Daisy sat in front, and Patty and Jack behind, and
they started off at a brisk speed. The girls declined to go back
to the house for wraps, as it was a warm evening, and the ride
would be short. But when Farnsworth found himself with the wheel
in his hand and a long stretch of hard, white road ahead of him,
he forgot all else in the glory of the opportunity, and he let the
car go at an astonishing speed.
"Isn't this fun!" cried Patty, but the words were fairly blown
away from her lips as they dashed along.
"This is the way we Westerners ride!" exclaimed Daisy, as she sat
upright beside Bill, her hair streaming back from her forehead,
the light scarf she wore round her neck flapping back into Patty's
face.
"It's grand!" gasped Jack. "But I hope Big Bill knows what he's
about."
"You bet he does!" replied Bill himself, and they whizzed on.
Patty had never gone so fast. Though it was a warm night, the rush
of wind chilled her, and she shivered. Jack, seeing this, picked
up a lap-robe and wrapped it about her.
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