Them that ain't sand is mud, an' deep mud, too.

This is the only road in these parts fit for autoing." "You are sure that car didn't go through Plankville?
It was a big enclosed car, painted dark blue." "I was sittin' on the hotel stoop fer an hour before we came along an' there wasn't nary a car went through." "Well, that car was on this road," said Tom.

"It must have gone somewhere." "I don't see where it could go," said the second man, and shook his head slowly.

"All the side roads is terrible in these parts." "Well, we are much obliged for the information," said Dick.

"Wait, we'll soon have our biplane out of the way." And then he and his brothers wheeled it to one side, so the runabout could pass.
The men were curious to see the machine fly and remained while the boys started up the engine.
"What are you going to do next ?" whispered Sam.
"We'll take a look at the side roads," replied Dick.