Part 6 (1/2)
”It was a lucky thing that that roadmaster came along when he did,”
remarked Sam, when the scene of the encounter had been left behind. ”If he hadn't showed up I don't know what we should have done.”
”Maybe we would have had a fight,” returned Ben.
”Oh, I am glad it didn't come to that!” cried Jessie, and her face showed her relief.
”Wonder what became of the racing car and Pete Barnaby?” questioned the s.h.i.+powner's son.
”Perhaps Barnaby went ahead to make more trouble for us!” said Dave. ”We had better be on our guard,” he called to Roger.
”I'll follow you at a safe distance, as I did before,” answered the senator's son.
The Falls were pa.s.sed, and then they commenced to ascend a long hill, leading to Lookout Point. Just before the spot was reached they took to another side road, and were glad to see that no other automobile had pa.s.sed that way.
”We'll have the Lookout all to ourselves,” said Dave. ”And that is just what we want.”
”Maybe I'm not getting hungry!” cried Phil. ”I really believe I could choke down a chicken sandwich, if I was forced to do it!”
”'Forced' is good!” answered Dave. ”Girls, be sure to keep the hamper away from Phil, or he won't leave enough behind to feed a canary,” and this remark brought forth the first laugh since the trouble on the road.
They drove as close to Lookout Point as the road allowed, and then placed the two cars in a safe place under the trees.
”We must keep our eyes open,” whispered Dave to the other boys. ”That other crowd may sneak up and try to damage the machines, so as to make us walk from here.”
”We'll watch out,” answered Roger; and the others said the same.
While the boys started a campfire over which to boil some coffee, and obtained a bucket of fresh drinking water from a nearby spring, the girls spread a tablecloth over some flat rocks and set around the dishes and the things to eat. There was more than enough of everything to go around, and it was particularly appetizing after that long ride in the fresh air.
”I tell you, this is something like,” cried Dave, munching on a sandwich and a stalk of celery. ”I shouldn't mind having a picnic like this once a week regularly.”
”Make it twice a week,” returned Roger, who was eating a sandwich from one hand and a hard-boiled egg from the other.
”Who'll have some coffee?” cried Phil, coming up with a pot of the steaming beverage. ”I've got to strain it through the corner of a napkin, but I guess that won't hurt it.”
”Napkin, indeed!” cried Jessie. ”There is a strainer in the spout.”
”Oh, is there? I didn't look in to see. Well, here goes! Coffee! Ten cents a cup, or two cups for a nickel! Good for the complexion and warranted to cure the blues!” cried the s.h.i.+powner's son gayly, and swung the pot around over his head.
”Hi! Look out there!” roared Sam, clapping his hand to his ear. ”I like coffee, but I don't drink it that way!” And he wiped off a few drops that had reached him.
”Phil is fined one horseshoe nail for spilling the coffee,” cried Dave.
”Don't nail me so soon!” answered the s.h.i.+powner's son gayly.
”Shoo! Just to hear that!” murmured Roger.
”I'm too hoa.r.s.e to answer to that!” said Ben.