the other.

"Do you smoke?" he asked.

"Sure," was the reply from both.

"Then here is a quarter with which you can buy some cigars. And please
remember, no drinking," he added, significantly.

"Can't a fellow have a drink if he wants it?" demanded the chauffeur of
the first car.

"Not while you have my party out," was Dick's reply.

"Well, a fellow gets thirsty, driving a car in this dust," grumbled the
second chauffeur.

"If you are thirsty there is plenty of water handy, and root beer and
soda water, too. I meant liquor when I spoke."

"Oh, we'll keep straight enough, don't you worry," said the first
chauffeur, and then both of them turned away to a side entrance of the
hotel.

Dick was much worried, but he did not let the rest see it. He joined
the crowd in the ice-cream pavillion attached to the hotel, and there
they spent an hour, eating ice-cream, water ices and cake. Then some of
the lads went off and got several boxes of bonbons and chocolates to
take along on the rest of the trip.

When they went out to the two automobiles the chauffeurs were missing.
A man was trimming a hedge nearby and Dick asked him if he had seen the
pair.

"Must be over to the barroom," said the gardener. "That Hellig loves
his liquor, and Snall likes a glass, too."

"Was Hellig the driver of this first car?"

"Yes, and Snall ran the second."

Just then Tom came up, having placed Nellie in the second car.

"What's the trouble, Dick?" he questioned.

"I am afraid both our men have gone off to drink. This man says they
both love their liquor."

"They do, and both of 'em have been locked 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 Snall. "Let us
have another, Nat."

"Sure."

"This is the worst ever!" murmured Tom. "They are in n