“Great jumpin’ tarantulas!” gasped Fortune. “Talk of the Old Nick and you hear him a-snorin’. Red, that man in the duster, down there, is Uncle Si! Wouldn’t this rattle your spurs?”
“Who’s the other man, Jimmie?” queried Owen.
“I’m by; but the feller that other chap’s talkin’ to is the one that drove me over the cliff! Whoop-ya! Right here’s where I get even. Watch my smoke!”
With that, Fortune rushed down the sloping trail at top speed. Clancy followed him swiftly, calling out as he went:
“Don’t do anything reckless, Jimmie! Look out, or you’ll get yourself into trouble.”
“Somebody’s goin’ to get into trouble, all right,” Fortune flung back, over his shoulder, and raced on.
CHAPTER III.
THE MOTOR WIZARD.
As Clancy drew nearer the group at the foot of the slope, it became apparent that the stout gentleman was “laying down the law” to the driver of the big car. Rockwell continued to hang discreetly in the background.
Into this group Fortune plunged like a whirlwind. In half a minute he had laid violent hands on the chauffeur, and the two fell to struggling with might and main.