From down the road sounded the Toot! Toot! of the auto horn.
“It sounds as if he was coming back,” said Jerry. Just then Bob caught up to them on the pony.
[CHAPTER XVIII]
LOST LAKE FOUND
“Let me past! I’ll catch him!” cried Bob.
“Wait a minute! Maybe that’s him coming back?” replied Jerry.
Sure enough the next instant the auto, which had been lost to sight by reason of a turn in the road, came into view.
Straight up the highway it came, the figure of the Indian, wrapped in his blanket, with his headdress of feathers, an altogether brilliant figure, seated at the wheel; a strange enough combination as any one will admit.
The red man acted as though he had been used to running autos all his life. He sat straight as an arrow, his hands grasping the wheel, which was sending the car straight for the boys.