firmly insistent that, in a very short time, the submarine party found
themselves seated in the car.

There was an abundance of room, for it was a seven-passenger car, large
and roomy.

"This car is a whizzer, I understand," smiled Mr. Hodges, from the
sidewalk.

"It certainly is, sir," agreed the chauffeur.

"Well, chauffeur, take my friends wherever they want to go to-day, and
do whatever they want. Above all, when you get out on a country road,
show 'em some of your high speed."

"Yes, sir."

Honk! honk! The car rolled away, going slowly enough through the city
streets. Jacob Farnum, who sat in front with the driver, lighted a
cigar and settled back to enjoy himself.

"Any particular place you want to go, sir?" asked the chauffeur.

"No," replied the shipbuilder. "You know the way around this part of
the world better than we do. Take us out into the surrounding country,
and show us anything you consider of interest."

"Yes, sir."

After a few minutes the car had left Colfax behind. They were out on the