"I guess they have learned that we can travel some, anyhow," remarked
Hal happily.
And just at that moment there was a loud explosion—the car rocked crazily, and Hal brought it to a stop.
"Tire blown out," exclaimed the French captain, in despair. "Now we are up against it. What shall we do?"
"Fix it," retained Chester briefly.
He got out, and the rest, including the wounded chauffeur, followed suit.
At that moment Chester bethought himself of the pursuing machine, and said:
"We haven't time. Our pursuers will be upon us."
"You are right," said the captain, "but I have an idea."
The place in which they had stopped was shaded upon both sides by great trees. As far as could be seen the woods continued. A hundred yards back over the road they had traversed was a sharp curve, hiding any approaching vehicle from sight. Ahead, the road stretched out in a straight line for a considerable distance.
"I figure this way," said the captain hurriedly, "the machine as it is is doing us no good, is it?"