It was true that Doris was no longer interested. A red roadster had turned into the lane leading to the roadhouse, and she had caught a glimpse of the driver’s face. “It’s that same man we saw at the aviation meet!” she exclaimed. “Evidently, he intends to have luncheon at the roadhouse.” “Must not care much for his reputation,” Dave returned. “You know, I don’t like this place,” Doris said quietly. “Now that we’ve finished eating, let’s be on our way.” “Right-o!” Dave sprang up and began to pack the dishes into the hamper. As he placed the basket into the rear of the roadster he surveyed the sky and frowned slightly. “It’s beginning to look more like rain than it did,” he admitted. “I’m afraid we’d better make full steam ahead or we may get caught in a storm.” Kitty and Doris did not hear, for their attention had been attracted to a little brown dog which stood in the roadway regarding them with wistful, friendly eyes. “Oh, isn’t he cute!” Doris exclaimed. “Here, doggie! Come here!” The little animal first backed timidly away and then, as the girls continued to coax, hesitated, and finally came a few steps toward them, wagging his tail in a friendly way. As Doris stooped to pat him on the head he gave a pleased bark, and raising up on his hind legs, eagerly offered her his right paw. “He knows tricks,” Doris declared. “Oh, I wonder who owns him?” “Looks to me like a stray dog,” Dave told her. “He hasn’t any collar or license. The dog catcher will likely get him before long.” “Not if I can help it!” Doris declared. “If he doesn’t belong to anyone, we can take him with us.” “What will the Misses Gates say when you come dragging him in?” Dave asked with a smile. “Oh, they won’t care. He’s such a darling!” “What shall we name him?” Kitty questioned. “Let’s call him Wags,” Doris exclaimed impulsively. “The name seems appropriate.” Wags had no objection to entering the car and snuggled down comfortably between the two girls. With an anxious glance at the sky, Dave started the engine. “Looks like a big storm is rolling up,” he said. The girls had been so interested in Wags that they had paid scant attention to the clouds, but now as Doris looked about, she was alarmed. The air was oppressive and not a breath of wind was stirring. Heavy black clouds had loomed up in the west and rapidly were spreading over the entire sky. “I think I can get you to Locked Gates before it strikes us,” Dave said grimly, as he shifted gears and stepped heavily on the gas pedal. “Hold tight!” The roadster fairly shot down the road. As the figures crept upwards on the tape of the speedometer, Doris and Kitty clung to each other. Not until the car began to rock and weave on the road, did Dave reduce his speed and then only slightly. However, he held the roadster steady and handled the wheel with such a sure hand, that the girls had confidence in his driving.