But Jerry did it, and as he passed the truck the rear luggage carrier on the touring car brushed the mud guards of the other vehicle. At the same instant Jerry gave a screech on the electric horn, and he and his chums as they rushed past gave a wild yell.
They had a glance of the startled face of the driver who must have thought a runaway locomotive had nearly run him down, for he swerved over to the right so suddenly that his wheels skidded and he had to jam on the brakes to avoid danger.
“Serves him right!” commented Ned. “Next time he’ll use only his half of the road. Good work, Jerry.”
The tall lad nodded grimly and then slowed down the pace. The boys were well out of Cresville now.
“Are we going to stop anywhere?” asked Bob, after a period of talk and speculation on what would happen when they reached the ranch.
“For what?” asked Ned. “Of course we’ve got to stop some time, but we’ve just got started.”
“I guess he means stop to eat,” chuckled Jerry.
“Huh! That’s where you’re away off!” laughed the stout lad. “We don’t need to stop to eat. I’ve got the little refrigerator well filled and there’s lots of other stuff, too. We can keep right on going and eat as we go. I’ll hand you fellows out something now if you want it,” he went on, and there was a trace of eagerness in his voice.
“That’s one thought for us and two for himself!” chuckled Jerry. “I guess he’s hungry again, though how he manages always to keep up an appetite gets me. His system would be worth a fortune to a doctor that had to give his patients a tonic to make them eat. Give us the combination, Bob!”