"I don't know a thing about these roads." "We'll have to trust to luck and the signboards," returned Dick.
"It will be all right if only you don't get on some road that is impassible," put in Fred.
"And get stuck thirty miles from nowhere," added Songbird.
"You stick to dem roads vot haf stones on de got," said Hans wisely.
"Ton't you vos, drust der car to der tirt roads, no!" "I shall follow Hans' advice and stick to the good roads," said Dick.
"I think the signboards will help us to get back to Philadelphia sooner or later." They sped down the hill and there found the road turned to the left and crossed a small stream.

Then they reached a corner with several signboards.
"Hurrah! that's the way to Philly!" cried Sam.
"But it doesn't say how many miles," protested Grace.
"Never mind, we are bound to get there before dark, and that is all we care," came from Nellie.
In the exhilaration of running the cars, Dick and Tom soon forgot about the trouble with the chauffeurs.

It was great sport, and as soon as Dick "got the hang of it," as he said, he let the speed out, notch by notch.

His car ran a trifle more easily than did the other and before long he was a good half mile ahead of that run by Tom.

Those in the rear shouted for him to slow down, but the wind prevented him from hearing their calls.
"This is something like, isn't it ?" said Dick to Dora, who was beside him.
"Oh, it is splendid!" she replied enthusiastically.