Gerald and Kendall laughed and the former said: “Perfectly lovely, but I’d like to know where it is. I must have got the wrong road back there, after all. Looks very much as though we were lost.” “Lost in the night,” murmured Ned. “How romantic!” “Well, I guess the best thing to do is to keep on,” said Gerald. “I suppose you fellows are starving to death, too.” “I could eat if forced to,” replied Ned philosophically, “but I feel quite happy. How about you, Curt?” “I don’t care if I never eat,” said Kendall. “I’d rather keep on riding.” “Bully boy! This is our friend Burtis’s first automobile experience, gentlemen, and he quite approves of it.” “Is it really?” asked Gerald. “I’m glad you like it, Burtis. What do you say, Dan? Shall we keep ahead or try to get back the way we came?” There was no reply and Gerald leaned over his roommate. Then, “I believe he’s asleep!” he said cautiously. “All the better,” chuckled Ned. “On with the dance!” Very quietly Gerald got under way again and very easily he ran the car for a matter of four miles, avoiding ruts and bumps and doing his best not to disturb Dan. At last lights showed ahead and the car began to run over a smooth road under arching elm trees. Ned leaned across and said softly: “On your left, Pennimore; the big white house. Get it?” “I see.” The car rolled up to the edge of the sidewalk. “Get those bags inside, fellows, find the proprietor and tell him we want two rooms for the night. Here we are, Dan!” But Dan had to be shaken gently before he condescended to wake up, and when he did he looked about and asked sleepily: “Are we home? I must have been asleep!” “No, we aren’t home,” replied Gerald, “but we’re where we can get something to eat. We sort of got lost and we thought we’d better stop and get our dinner here. It’s almost seven o’clock. There’s a telephone here and I’ll call up the house and tell them not to wait dinner for us.” “All right.” Dan sat up and stared at the house. “Hello!” he said, “I’ve been here before. This is Lloyd, isn’t it?” “I think so,” Gerald laughed. “Tooker and Burtis have gone in to find out. Come on. I guess the car will be all right here.” “Dinner in fifteen minutes,” announced Ned as they entered the Washington’s Head. “Come on and get washed up. I’m as hungry as a bear. This is lots more fun than having dinner at your place, Pennimore,” he continued as they clattered down the stairs. “No aspersions on Sound View, you understand, but the unexpected is always jollier than the expected. You had a nice little sleep, Vinton, didn’t you?” “Fine! And I’m hungry. Hope they have some more of that good chicken we had here the other day.” “They have; I ordered it. That’s why we have to wait. This is a special repast we’re getting. Broiled chicken, French fries and all the selicacies of the deason. What ho for the banquet hall!”