The tall lad turned on all the gasolene he dared. The rear wheels of his auto spun uselessly around in the wet dirt of the highway.
“Wow! Stop!” cried Bob. “You’ll rip off our tires.”
“I guess we can’t stir you, Noddy,” called Jerry, as he shut off the power.
“Oh, try! Try once more!” begged the bully.
Jerry did not relish his task much, but he did try. Once more the rope became taut. There was a great strain on it. Once more the wheels of the pulling auto spun around. Still Jerry kept the power on.
Noddy’s car quivered in the mud that held it fast. It moved not an inch, however.
“Go on! Go on!” yelled the bully encouragingly.
“You’ll ruin our tires!” cried Ned.
Jerry, with a grim look on his face turned on the least bit more gasolene. Then, with a crack like that of a revolver the rope snapped, and one end of it flew dangerously close over the heads of our heroes in their car. For when a rope on which there is a great strain breaks suddenly, it is a dangerous missile.