do after this hunt is over?"

"Go to college, I guess. It is not yet fully decided, for we don't
know what college to go to."

"I hope--" Dora broke off short.

"What, Dora."

"Oh, I was just thinking. Mamma thinks that I might go to college. If
I went it would be nice if we went to two places that were near each
other."

"Nice? It would be the best ever!" cried Dick, enthusiastically.

They were running along a country road a good many miles from
Philadelphia. All the noise of the city had been left behind and it
was as calm and peaceful as one would wish. The second machine was
only a short distance behind the first, and each was making not less
than thirty miles per hour.

"Do you know, some day I am going to make a regular tour in an auto,"
remarked Sam. "I am sure a fellow could have lots of fun."

"You can have this machine any time you want to," said the chauffeur,
who had taken greatly to, the party.

"We'll remember," answered Dick, indifferently. He did not
particularly fancy the fellow, for he was rather familiar and his
breath smelt of liquor. Twice he had talked of stopping at road
houses, but Dick had told him to go on, fearful that he might drink
too much.

A hill was before the automobiles, but both machines climbed it
without an effort. From the top of the hill a fine view was to be
obtained, and here a hotel had been located, and this displayed a sign
which interested the boys and girls very much:

ICE CREAM. SODA WATER. ROOT BEER. BEST CANDY.

"Let us stop for some ice cream," suggested Songbird. And he yelled to
those in the automobile ahead.

All of the girls loved ice cream, so despite Dick's anxiety over his
chauffeur, a stop was made, and the boys and girls filed into the
hotel for the treat. Dick lingered behind to speak to both of the
machine drivers, for he saw that the second man was of the same
"thirsty" type as 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