Then he and Bill got in their carriage and drove away at a rapid pace.
“Punch our heads!” muttered Bob. “I’d like to see him try it. He’s always talking of it. Why doesn’t he do it?”
“I guess he knows it wouldn’t be healthy,” said Jerry.
[CHAPTER XXI.]
PRACTICE FOR THE RACE.
“We must begin track work,” said Jerry one afternoon, when the three chums, having been out on a spin, stopped beneath the shade of a road-side tree. “A week from to-day the races take place.”
“I think we are all in pretty good trim, and so are the machines,” ventured Bob.
“That part’s all right, Chunky,” came from Ned, “but what we want is track work, as Jerry says. Nothing like getting right on the ground. Besides, we have been speeding on a wide road, where we have all the room we want. It will be different when there are twenty riders on a narrow track, each one wanting to get inside.”