The Auto Boys' QuestBraden, James A. (James Andrew)
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The Auto Boys' Quest
Braden, James A. (James Andrew)
Automobiles -- Juvenile fiction; Young men -- Juvenile fiction
But Mr. Gaines was not much given to self-denial or to a considerate
manner at any time. He had set his heart on cold ham or chicken, iced
tea and salad for his supper. The prospect of feasting on crackers and
cheese did not strike him at all favorably, hungry as he was. Being
pretty tired and having the mortification of his ridiculous plunge into
the decayed pumpkin still in his mind, as well, it may be said that he
was not the most agreeable of traveling companions.
And indeed, his mood showed little improvement as time passed. How much
of his more than usual ill-temper might be attributed to the humiliating
plunge from Eli Gouger's stable window, would be difficult to determine.
No doubt he thought much of it and so grew all the more irritable,
instead of passing the whole matter off with a laugh and then forgetting
it, as any sensible young fellow would have done.
But Gaines had not gathered in environment or training even a moderate
degree of good, sound sense. Perhaps he was not alone at fault, yet
right here it may be said that, clear through to the wretched and
unfortunate end of his connection with the present enterprise, he
maintained quite constantly an air either of bullying and grumbling or
utterly selfish indolence and indifference.
Freddy Perth and Pickton, as well, for that matter, were quite willing
to make a supper of such simple provisions as they could obtain at the
general stores, with the possible addition of milk, and maybe a pie or
fresh bread and butter from some farmhouse. But no extent of "soap," as
Perth called the wheedling talk and flattery Pick administered to
Gaines, would make that young gentleman agree. It was quite dark,
therefore, ere a town affording even moderately good hotel
accommodations was reached. There a stop for supper was made. Even then
Soapy found the iced tea and the salad not at all to his taste, but ate
hugely of the plainer fare.
A more important development of the hour spent in the hotel was the
certain knowledge gained that four lads in a heavily-laden touring car
had stopped to purchase some newspapers a couple of days earlier. The
news-stand clerk supplied this information quite frankly when asked if
such tourists had been noticed passing through. He added that there
would be many touring parties on the roads during the next week or more,
going to the Gold Cup races.
So certain was he in his own mind, indeed, that the boys before him were
bound for the big stock car contests (as he likewise had no doubt the
four earlier travelers had been) that unconsciously he overstepped the
truth in the report he gave. The young men who had passed on in advance
had _told_ him, he said, that they were _going_ to the races. He
_thought_ they had stated that they would stay in Queensville.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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