human
Fellows! he cried,
gpt
Hurray!
human
I say! cried the young millionaire, stepping out in front of the first truck and holding up his hand,
gpt
What's this--a--hold up?
human
Yes, we're held up--our special has gone--we've got to get to Mooretown soon or we forfeit the championship game. Will you take us in those trucks? I'll pay you well, and stand for all damage. Will you?
gpt
I'd like to oblige you, he said slowly,
human
It will be a better test with a load of us fellows in,
gpt
I suppose so, admitted the man, scratching his head,
human
I'll stand for it! put in Mr. Hamilton quickly.
gpt
I'm Mortimer Hamilton, of Hamilton Corners.
human
Is that so? asked the chief auto driver quickly.
gpt
I know you. I own two shares of stock in your electric road. Simpson is my name--Ruddy Simpson. I hope the rumors that the road is going to fail aren't true, Mr. Hamilton.
human
The road will never fail, if I have to sink in it every dollar I own! cried Mr. Hamilton.
gpt
But we've got other business in hand now. Can you take these boys to the game?
human
I'll do it! suddenly cried Mr. Simpson.
gpt
I'll take a chance. Hop in boys, and I'll get you there on time if the gasolene holds out. We've got to pass through Mooretown to Denville. Hop in!
human
Hurrah!