But to maintain an expression of utter dejection is very difficult when the sun is shining, when you are flying at the rate of forty miles an hour, and when in the cars you pass foolish youths wave Yale flags at you, and take advantage of the day to cry: "Three cheers for the girl in the blue hat!"And to entirely remove the last trace of the gloom that Peabody had forced upon them, it was necessary only for a tire to burst.Of course for this effort, the tire chose the coldest and most fiercely windswept portion of the Pelham Road, where from the broad waters of the Sound pneumonia and the grip raced rampant, and where to the touch a steel wrench was not to be distinguished from a piece of ice.But before the wheels had ceased to complain, Winthrop and Fred were out of their fur coats, down on their knees, and jacking up the axle.
"On an expedition of this sort," said Brother Sam, "whatever happens, take it as a joke.Fortunately," he explained, "Idon't understand fixing inner tubes, so I will get out and smoke.I have noticed that when a car breaks down, there is always one man who paces up and down the road and smokes.His hope is to fool passing cars into thinking that the people in his car stopped to admire the view."Recognizing the annual football match as intended solely to replenish the town coffers, the thrifty townsfolk of Rye, with bicycles and red flags, were, as usual, and regardless of the speed at which it moved, levying tribute on every second car that entered their hospitable boundaries.But before the Scarlet Car reached Rye, small boys of the town, possessed of a sporting spirit, or of an inherited instinct for graft, were waiting to give a noisy notice of the ambush.And so, fore-warned, the Scarlet Car crawled up the main street of Rye as demurely as a baby-carriage, and then, having safely reached a point directly in front of the police station, with a loud and ostentatious report, blew up another tire.
"Well," said Sam crossly, "they can't arrest US for speeding.""Whatever happens," said his sister, "take it as a joke."Two miles outside of Stamford, Brother Sam burst into open mutiny.
"Every car in the United States has passed us," he declared.
"We won't get there, at this rate, till the end of the first half.Hit her up, can't you, Billy?""She seems to have an illness," said Winthrop unhappily."Ithink I'd save time if I stopped now and fixed her."Shamefacedly Fred and he hid themselves under the body of the car, and a sound of hammering and stentorian breathing followed.Of them all that was visible was four feet beating a tattoo on the road.Miss Forbes got out Winthrop's camera, and took a snap-shot of the scene.
"I will call it," she said, "The Idle Rich."Brother Sam gazed morosely in the direction of New Haven.
They had halted within fifty yards of the railroad tracks, and as each special train, loaded with happy enthusiasts, raced past them he groaned.
"The only one of us that showed any common sense was Ernest,"he declared, "and you turned him down.I am going to take a trolley to Stamford, and the first train to New Haven.""You are not," said his sister; "I will not desert Mr.
Winthrop, and you cannot desert me."
Brother Sam sighed, and seated himself on a rock.
"Do you think, Billy," he asked, "you can get us to Cambridge in time for next year's game?"The car limped into Stamford, and while it went into drydock at the garage, Brother Sam fled to the railroad station, where he learned that for the next two hours no train that recognized New Haven spoke to Stamford.
"That being so," said Winthrop, "while we are waiting for the car, we had better get a quick lunch now, and then push on.""Push," exclaimed Brother Sam darkly, "is what we are likely to do."After behaving with perfect propriety for half an hour, just outside of Bridgeport the Scarlet Car came to a slow and sullen stop, and once more the owner and the chauffeur hid their shame beneath it, and attacked its vitals.Twenty minutes later, while they still were at work, there approached from Bridgeport a young man in a buggy.When he saw the mass of college colors on the Scarlet Car, he pulled his horse down to a walk, and as he passed raised his hat.
"At the end of the first half," he said, "the score was a tie.""Don't mention it," said Brother Sam.
"Now," he cried, "we've got to turn back, and make for New York.If we start quick, we may get there ahead of the last car to leave New Haven.""I am going to New Haven, and in this car," declared his sister."I must go--to meet Ernest.""If Ernest has as much sense as he showed this morning,"returned her affectionate brother, " Ernest will go to his Pullman and stay there.As I told you, the only sure way to get anywhere is by railroad train."When they passed through Bridgeport it was so late that the electric lights of Fairview Avenue were just beginning to sputter and glow in the twilight, and as they came along the shore road into New Haven, the first car out of New Haven in the race back to New York leaped at them with siren shrieks of warning, and dancing, dazzling eyes.It passed like a thing driven by the Furies; and before the Scarlet Car could swing back into what had been an empty road, in swift pursuit of the first came many more cars, with blinding searchlights, with a roar of throbbing, thrashing engines, flying pebbles, and whirling wheels.And behind these, stretching for a twisted mile, came hundreds of others; until the road was aflame with flashing Will-o'-the-wisps, dancing fireballs, and long, shifting shafts of light.
