“I’ll be glad to see them,” said Bob.
Jerry talked but little. His whole attention was needed for driving under such difficulties. They had almost reached Newton in the fast-gathering darkness when, as they rounded a curve, Bob, who was sitting beside Jerry, suddenly cried:
“Look out!”
Too late! In the gleam of the lights he had turned on, the tall lad saw a small tree that had fallen across the road. He tried to put on the brakes, but the car slid in the mud.
The next moment there was a crash.
[CHAPTER IX]
THE FAT MAN
“What is it? Have we arrived?” cried Professor Snodgrass, who had been dozing on the rear seat and had been jolted awake.
“We hit something, didn’t we?” asked Bill Cromley.