قراءة كتاب The Motor Boys or, Chums Through Thick and Thin
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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
PREFACE.
Dear Boys:
Here is a brand-new line of stories for you, to be issued under the general title of “The Motor Boys Series.”
The motor-cycle of to-day is fast taking the place of the ordinary bicycle, and the automobile, or auto, as it is commonly called, is taking the place of our horses. This being so, it has occurred to the writer to prepare a line of stories, telling of the doings of a number of lively, up-to-date lads who at first own motor-cycles and later on become the proud possessors of a touring car.
This tale before you, “The Motor Boys,” is the first volume of the series, telling of the doings of Ned, Bob, Jerry and their chums in and around their home town. Some stirring races are mentioned, and also the wicked plots of some enemies to bring our heroes to grief. At the races some fine prizes were put up, and Ned, Bob and Jerry did their best to carry off the honors. In the meantime there was a mysterious robbery of a mill, and what the lads did to solve this riddle I leave to the chapters, which follow, to relate.
This story of “The Motor Boys” will be followed by a second volume, to be called “The Motor Boys Overland,” and then by a third, “The Motor Boys in Mexico.” I hope these volumes will please my boy readers.
Clarence Young.
January 9, 1906.
THE MOTOR BOYS.
CHAPTER I.
AN ENCOUNTER ON BICYCLES.
“Hi, Ned! what do you say to a little race?”
“I’m ready,” called Ned Slade.
“How about you, Jerry?”
“Oh, I’m always ready,” answered Jerry Hopkins, tossing aside the core of an apple he had been eating. “But how far is the race to be, Chunky?”
“To the oak tree,” replied Bob Baker.
“Suits me,” said Jerry. “All aboard!”
The three bicyclists rose from the grass where they had been resting in the shade of a big maple tree, after a trip of about five miles on their bicycles around the country outside of the village of Cresville, where they lived. Cresville was a pleasant town, not a great many miles from Boston.
The three boys were chums, and had been ever since they had started to school together, eight years previous. There was Bob, the son of Andrew Baker, who was counted one of the wealthiest men in Cresville. His interests were varied, but were mainly in banks and banking institutions. Besides Bob there was in the family a daughter Susie. Bob was fourteen years old, and Susie two years younger, and Bob was so much inclined to stoutness that he was sometimes called “Chunky” by his chums.
Ned was the only child of Aaron Slade, owner of the largest department store in the town, and a well-off merchant. As for Jerry he lived with his widowed mother, and his sister Julia Hopkins, a girl whom it would do your heart good to know, she was so jolly and full of fun. The death of Mr. Hopkins, a few years previous, had left his widow with an ample income, which she devoted to the bringing up of her children. Jerry and Ned were the same age, fifteen years.
All three boys were sturdy chaps, full of life and energy. They had studied, played and fought together so long that they had come to be regarded as three inseparables by the townspeople.
“Now are you fellows ready for the word?” asked Bob, steadying his wheel in a line with the other two.
“Let her go!” called Jerry.
“Sing out, Chunky!” shouted Ned.
There was a moment of suspense, and a momentary thrill over even so slight a thing as this little sprint among the three boys. Each one meant to win.
“Go!” yelled Bob.
In an instant the wheels were started off. Three boys bounded into three saddles. Three pairs of feet began to pump the pedals desperately. A cloud of dust arose and the race was on.
It was a distance of half a mile from the maple tree, where the start was made, to the oak which Bob had designated as the winning post. The road was a good hard level stretch of macadam and the