He could see Jack Pender scowling at him, but he did not mind that.
“I didn’t know you were an amateur, Jack,” Bob heard one of the toady’s friends address him.
“I’m not any more,” laughed Jack. “That was my last amateur race. I’m going in with the professionals on the next race, and I’m going to win.”
“You are if we let you,” was the response.
[CHAPTER IV.]
THE THREE MILE RACE.
As soon as Ned and Jerry had congratulated Bob, which they did with glad hearts, they hurried from where they had watched him winning the race, to the place where Old Pete had been left in charge of the wheels.
“The chances are we’ll find them doctored,” said Jerry. “Only we’ll have an opportunity to fix them before our race, if they aren’t too badly tampered with.”
Bob returned the wheel he had won on to its owner, Sam Morton, and offered to share the prize with him, but Sam would not hear of it.