“Get out of that!”
These were some of the things the boys yelled at the bold thief. But all of no avail. The Indian threw in the second gear, and the auto went faster than before.
“Come on! We must catch him!” cried Jerry, and he began to run in the direction the auto was fast disappearing in, down the road.
“We can never catch him,” called Bob.
“Yes we can! He can’t know anything about running an auto!” panted Jerry. “He’ll put on the brake or pull the wrong lever next, and the machine will stop!”
“That is unless he blows it up first or smashes it,” said Bob.
“What’s the matter?” asked Mr. Snodgrass, appearing at this juncture.
Bob was the only one left to tell him, as Jerry and Ned were running down the road at top speed. But it seemed that their race would be useless, for the auto was now running on third gear. And, strangest of all, [the Indian seemed to know how to operate it]. He kept a straight course, and the puffing of the exhaust told Jerry that the engine was running to perfection, with a good supply of gasolene, and the spark coming regularly.
