shed, half canvas house where the Baby Racer was stored. Although
they got their meals at Mr. King's headquarters, the boys had two
light cots and slept near to the machine which Dave had been
exhibiting.

Dave glanced at the clock, and Hiram noticing the look, said:

"Eleven thirty, Dave. I've set the alarm clock for five thirty.
You know that new hydroplane will probably come in on an early
freight. What's the programme?"

"Well, Hiram," responded Dave, throwing off his coat and hat, "I'm
going to dress up for a ride."

"Eh?" ejaculated Hiram, staring hard at the set resolute face of his
comrade.

"Yes, I've got to get to Kewaukee."

"Oh, you mean going by train?"

"No. Last one left an hour ago. Next one nine o clock to-morrow
morning."

"Automobile, then?"

"On the country mud roads we've been having for the last week?"

"That's so. Then--"