write a romance about it he can, provided he leaves our pictures out."

"Oh, I'll do that," Dick readily promised. "Are you making top speed
now, Jack?"

"Nowhere near; I wouldn't dare to. I believe that the Monarch is
capable of ninety miles an hour. I wish we had a place like Ormond
Beach to try her out on."

"You can count me out on that," chuckled Dick. "This is fast enough
for me."

The boys were trying out their latest invention, an electric car
capable of making the speed of a gasoline-driven vehicle, and one
which could be operated at a minimum of cost, almost a nominal
expense, as compared with the high price of a vehicle run by an
explosive engine.

It was the trial trip of the Electric Monarch, as they had decided to
call it, and so far the performances of the machine had exceeded,
instead of fallen below, their expectations. Dick, who had been
invited to the "tryout," was full of questions as they sped silently,
and with an absolute lack of vibration, along the road.

"How do you generate your electricity?" he asked eagerly.

"By a device geared to the rear axle," answered Tom. "It runs a sort
of dynamo, though it would be difficult for you to understand it if I
went into details. It's something like the ordinary generator and
turns a constant stream of 'juice' into the storage batteries that, in