half-past five," added the senator's son, consulting
his watch. "We'll get there in plenty of time to wash up and have a
fine dinner."

"And, say, maybe we won't do a thing to that table!" murmured Phil,
smacking his lips.

"Oh, you boys are always hungry," was Jessie's comment.

"Well, you know, we've got to grow," answered Phil, with a grin.

"I think I'll enjoy eating after such a long ride," said Laura. "The
fresh air certainly does give one an appetite."

"I think I'll order bread and milk for all hands," remarked Dunston
Porter, with a sly smile.

"Bread and milk!" murmured Jessie, in dismay.

"Sure. It's famous for your complexion."

"A juicy steak for mine!" cried Dave. "Steak, and vegetables, and
salad, and pudding or pie."

"Well, I guess that will do for me, too," said his uncle, simply. "You
see, I suppose I'll have to eat to keep you company," and he smiled
again.

"Uncle Dunston, what a tease you are!" murmured Laura. "Your appetite
is just as good as that of any of the boys."

Dave was at the wheel, and he sent the touring car along the smooth
highway at a speed of twenty miles an hour. He would have liked to
drive faster, but his uncle would not permit this.

"The law says twenty miles an hour, and I believe in obeying the law,"
said Dunston Porter. "Besides, you can never tell what may happen, and
it is best to have your car under control."

The truth of the latter remark was demonstrated less than five
minutes later, when they came to another crossroads. Without warning
of any kind, a racing car came rushing swiftly from one direction and
a coach from the other. Dave could not cross ahead of the racing car,
and the approach of the coach from the opposite direction cut him off
from turning with the car. So all that was left to do was to jam on
both brakes, which he did, and then, as the racing car shot past, he
released the wheels and went on, just ahead of the coach. But it was a
narrow escape all around, and the girls and Roger leaped to their feet
in alarm.

"Phew! see them streak along!" was Phil's comment, gazing after the
racing car, which was fast disappearing in a cloud of dust.

"They ought to be arrested!" was Laura's comment. "Why, we might have
been smashed up!"

"Good work, Davy!" cried Dunston Porter. "You did just the right
thing."

"Even if that coach driver is shaking his fist at us, eh?" answered
Dave, and he bobbed his head in the direction of the coach, which