This time he was mindful to use the brake with care, and consequently he gained the bottom of the stony hill without further mishap, and the second machine came after him.
"There is that farmer," said Songbird.

"Why not ask him about the roads ?" "I will," said Dick, and stalked into the field.
"This ain't no good road to Philadelphia," said the farmer, when questioned.

"Better go back up the hill and take the road on the right." "We can't get back very well." "Then you had better go along this road and take the first turn to the left and after that the next turn to the right.

You'll have about three miles o' poor roads, but then you'll be all right, but the distance to the city is six miles longer." There was no help for it and they went on, over dirt roads which were anything but good.

They had to go slowly, and Tom kept the second car far to the rear, to escape the thick dust sent up by the leading machine.
"This isn't so fine," declared Dick, with a grimace at Dora.