“What are you trying to do?” cried Jerry.
“What are you up to?” retorted Jack. “You got right in my way!”
“And I say you deliberately left your path to try and run me down!” cried Jerry.
“It’s false!” exclaimed Jack, getting off his motor.
“It is not, and I’ll leave it to any one who saw it,” spoke Jerry sharply. He was very angry.
“That’s right; you had plenty of room to pass him,” said a quiet dark man, who had been making several rounds of the track. “I don’t know either of you, but the man on the red machine is to blame.”
“Mind your own business!” snapped Jack.
“Look here, my young friend,” said the dark man, as he got off his machine and came close to Jack. “I would advise you to be a little more careful of your language and your conduct. You were either foolishly or deliberately careless in this matter. This track is for gentlemen, remember.”
“What affair of yours is it?” asked Jack with a growl.
“I am one of the directors of the club, and I will most certainly make it my affair, if necessary.”