They spent some more time in looking at the various exhibits, and Dick sent his father a message from the telegraph office temporarily set up in the Garden. Then they drifted back to the big car, which Dick had christened _Last Word_, on learning that Mr. Wardell had tentatively selected that title. "It sure is a peach!" exclaimed our hero. "Think you can drive it?" asked Paul. "One of the company's engineers will be glad to demonstrate it on the road for you," suggested the agent. "Thanks," replied Dick. "I think I shall be glad to have a few lessons. I can drive an ordinary car, but this is an extraordinary one." Dick's anticipation of his father's action was confirmed next morning. A telegram came, saying: "Congratulations. Big car--big price. I'm satisfied if you are." "That's like dad," remarked Dick. "But he doesn't say anything about the money," remarked Paul, who was anxious to have a ride in the big machine. "Oh, trust dad not to overlook that part," spoke the young millionaire. "We'll go see that agent. Probably he has already heard from my father." And so it proved. Dick's purchase of the car was confirmed in a telegram to the makers, and the information was added that Mr. Hamilton's bankers had been instructed to send a certified check for the price. "I have sent for one of our engineers," the salesman told Dick, when the latter and his two chums visited the Garden after breakfast. "You can go for a spin on the road this afternoon." "Good!" cried Dick. "Get ready, fellows!" Matters went through without a hitch. The price was paid over, and the car formally became Dick's. Then the professional chauffeur arrived, and after some manipulation the big touring machine was run out of the Garden, while a crowd gathered around to see the novel sight. "It looks almost as big as a Pullman coach," declared Innis Beeby. "Well, let's get in and see if it rides like one," suggested Dick. "Look at the auto swells!" cried a newsboy. "Hurray!" "As long as our heads aren't swelled we're all right," remarked Paul. The oil and gasoline tanks had been filled, and, after looking over the various parts, the chauffeur got in, taking the driver's seat, the boys disposing themselves comfortably on the long, leather-covered benches, that would later be made into sleeping berths. "Isn't he going to crank up?" asked Innis in some surprise, for the motor was not running when the chauffeur took his place. "You don't have to, on this car," the man explained. "It is a self-starter. It has two systems--an electric motor, operated by an accumulated current, that will turn over the engine, and even run the car on its own power for some distance. Then there is also an acetylene gas motor, so in case one fails the other will work. I'll start it by electricity now."