"But I can't get there, sir, till I get the water," returned
the chauffeur.

He shook out two collapsible buckets, and started down the
shaft of light.

"I won't be more nor five minutes," he called.

"I'm going with him," said the girl, "I'm cold."

She stepped down from the front seat, and the owner with
sudden alacrity vaulted the door and started after her.

"You coming?" he inquired of Ernest Peabody. But Ernest
Peabody being soundly asleep made no reply. Winthrop turned
to Sam. "Are YOU coming?" he repeated.

The tone of the invitation seemed to suggest that a refusal
would not necessarily lead to a quarrel.

"I am NOT!" said the brother. "You've kept Peabody and me
twelve hours in the open air, and it's past two, and we're
going to sleep. You can take it from me that we are going to
spend the rest of this night here in this road."

He moved his cramped joints cautiously, and stretched his legs
the full width of the car.

"If you can't get plain water," he called, "get club soda."