The Rambler Club's motor car

On the steps of a house on Michigan Avenue, Chicago, not far from Thirtieth Street, Victor Collins stood gazing up and down the wide thoroughfare. There was an expression in his...

The crisp staccato notes of the motor suddenly drowned the sound of his voice. From the exhaust poured a bluish haze of gasoline vapor. The car apparently became vibrant with li...

Leaving the motor car at a garage, the boys made their way to the harbor. Down by the river they found a great deal to attract their attention. Factories with tall chimneys sent...

The Ramblers and Charlie Blake secured quarters at one of Kenosha’s principal hotels. As Captain Bunderley had some business to attend to, Victor decided to remain with them unt...

Victor Collins had not yet arrived at an age when a circus loses its power to thrill the heart with joy. Each gilded chariot, each gaudy menagerie wagon or gorgeous trapping sti...

Early on the following morning the crowd was sitting in Bob Somers’ room at the hotel. Tom Clifton, at first just mildly vexed, threatened to become real angry. Victor’s saucy f...

“Perhaps it’s right before my eyes--only I can’t see it?” exclaimed Victor, witheringly. “Or maybe you think Uncle Ralph is putting the ‘Fearless’ through some funny capers a mi...

He listened, his face wearing a very serious expression, until their cheery voices were stilled by distance, then drawing a voluminous collection of papers from his inside pocke...

“I certainly hope we don’t meet any more mean, tricky little kids,” soliloquized Tom, as the touring car rushed steadily ahead, each instant leaving the city of Kenosha further...

The Rambler’s gaze rested upon an odd-looking man who wore a gray beard. His skin was tanned to a coppery color; around his eyes innumerable wrinkles had formed, giving to his f...

Benjamin Rochester was not the only person in Kenosha into whose brain a germ of suspicion concerning the boys had found lodgment. The very dapper and polite hotel clerk, having...

“Yes, monsieur, I have, what you call it, voyaged much.” Randolpho, Senior, whose curiosity was too strong for him to resist, had taken a place by Dave Brandon’s side. “You have...

Victor took the envelope, studied the inscription, then held it up to the light, and, as all these proceedings gave him no clue as to the contents, he presently tore it open.

“Come right on board, lads,” he called from his position on the deck. “Where is Victor? Gone off on a jaunt with that stout boy, eh? Oh, well, it’s all right. He has lots of tim...

A few minutes later, so skilfully had Martin Ricks handled the “Fearless” that she was bobbing up and down on the leeward side of the monster steamer, which was still going slow...

The “grind” gazed first at the tall boy, whose back was partly turned, then toward his friend with such an air of comical bewilderment that at any other time Bob Somers would ha...

The boys didn’t turn back at the city limits as Captain Bunderley had fully expected they would. Instead, the motor car finally passed through South Milwaukee, and, under the co...

The lawyer’s son thought of the dark, gloomy streets through which he would be obliged to pass; then the idea of actually traveling with a circus appealed strongly to his imagin...

Dave Brandon immediately furnished another example of his ability to move quickly when he chose to stir himself. Joe had scarcely landed before the stout boy was at his side.

The motor car boys arrived late at night, or, rather, early in the morning at Kenosha, left their mud-begrimed machine at the garage, and hastened to the hotel. There, to their...

“That was about the meanest and silliest trick I ever heard of!” he exclaimed, brandishing a small white fist in the air. “I’ve got it in for you, too, Blakelets; and ditto for...

“Things has came to a pretty pass when a lot of irresponsible kids can go chasin’ all around creation in a motor car. Do you know what you done last night?”

Joe, with as little ceremony as though he was in the menagerie tent, drew up a chair, plumped himself down upon it and laid his cap across one knee. Then, having stared at the c...

The large, square room in the police station looked very differently from the way it had on the afternoon before. Already it contained a large number of people, and in the buzz...

Captain Bunderley, assuming charge of the Joe Rodgers case, a cause celebre on account of Judge Hampton’s participation in it, within a few days had received the following lette...