The Speedwell Boys in a Submarine

“Crickey! this is some snow Dan. Never saw it come so fast in my life” declared Billy Speedwell earnestly as his brother rolled the heavy cans of milk out of the cooling room at Fifield’s.Their new motor-truck in which the boys picked up the milk from the various dairies under contract to Mr. Speedwell stood near. One at a time the brothers lifted the heavy cans and tossed them into the wagon.“You’ll likely see a lot more snow before this winter’s over Billy” grunted the older lad as the last can was placed.“If it gets deep in the roads we may have to go back to using Bob and Betty and the old delivery wagons.”“Not much!” exclaimed Dan with confidence. “We’ve got seventy horses in this old engine; that ought to push her through the drifts.”“We’ll have to put the chains on her tires before we start out to-morrow morning—unless I miss my guess. This is going to be some snow” remarked Billy.“According to the almanac” his brother responded “we’re going to have many big storms this winter and lots of ice. Why! there’s a regular blizzard due before Christmas.”“Well I like the winter” declared Billy. “But if the Colasha stays frozen over we’ll not use the Red Arrow again till spring.”“No; I suppose not.”“And with the roads deep in snow we won’t do much fast riding on either our Flying Feathers or our racing-auto.”“Oh! there’ll be good weather for motor-car races yet.”“That’s so” cried Billy. “I guess we can get a bit of fun out of the old car eh?”“We’ll try” agreed Dan who was just as much of a motor enthusiast as his younger brother.Billy had hopped in and taken the wheel. The motor was singing beneath them and in a moment the electric truck lurched forward and they slid out of the Fifield yard.