The Motor Boys Overland

d of dust and the frightened yelping of a dog as

ky!" exclaimed Jerry Hopkins,

d Slade, leaning over from the rear seat of th

ed Bob Baker, giving the steering wheel a twist to

ong-never say die-hit a dog, biff! bang! up in the air-down ag

ime Chunky speeds the machine, I'm going to get out!" cried Jerry, w

all, nervous chap, never still for a moment, and so full of ener

auto slowed down, as the low-speed gear came into p

rked the stout lad, pulling out his wat

rtainly can go!

companions, because of his fleshiness. He turned off the gasolene as the auto came under a lar

ker; Ned Slade, sixteen years old, the only son of Aaron Slade, a department

them was a mutual friend, Andy Rush. All the boys li

ouring car, which they had won as the first prize of a motor-cycle meet, given by the Cresvi

wn bully, who had robbed the mill of Amos Judson of one thousand dolla

bile. Bill Berry, a town ne'er-do-well, accompanied him. Not long after Noddy had fled in the terror of his guilt being found out, he

s they anticipated when they got the automobile. It had come in due time; a fine affair, with al

adily, and were soon able to make short trips on the country roads surrounding the village. This was the first time they had made an extended trip, and t

ted in the shade. It was a pleasant fall afternoon,

f course, it could not be expected of him, in c

a sort of groan. His arm still ached fr

had a chance-let me-good for my muscle-who

, all right enough," observed

e heavy flywheel around. Bob switched on the spark, turned the gasolene into the cylinders, and soon t

I'd run you d

thing about autos

ed-gears," explained Bob, with someth

forward to first speed, and the car, moving slowly at fi

or dogs!" a

r supper, so you needn't bother

rly hit a man the other day, Jerry, and I guess you've forgotten, Ned, ho

down the road in t

to," said Jerry. "Keep

to let the oncomers know some one was ahead of th

ll over, Chunky

lf the road," answered Bob, firmly. "If

s' car shot ahead so suddenly that Andy was nearly topp

ying the steering seat, and no one being in back. As the green car shot past the red one, the solitary rider gave three toots to his horn. Bob answered, a

going to do?

beat him!" e

ninety horse-power car

repeated Bob, betwee

er of a mile ahead before Bob could get his machine speeded up.

lled the lever to full speed ahead. Then he turned on the spark an

he wheel, were bounced up into the air, again and again. Bob had on big goggles, and

red, and he tooted the horn. Bac

ss powerful machine, was creeping up on its rival. The lone chauf

anced his spark further, and turned on a trifle more

nother inch out of his, and I haven't used

ur necks!" exclaimed Jer

eth-great sport-smash the machine-never say die-don't give up the ship-whoop!" yelle

but Bob held the wheel firm and was ready to shut off power and apply the emergency brake in a second. The man in front again glance

machines lessened. Bob wa

him!" he crie

entary burst of speed. The red car shot forward and the front

trees hid the view, excepting for a short distance ahead. Just as the boys' auto was on the

urned in the road, and both cars, at fu