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