There were congratulations after congratulations for Ned and Jerry. The boys blushed almost like girls as they received the praises that sounded in their ears. There was some talk of the spill, but when it was seen that neither Jack nor Bob was hurt there was no further alarm. At first Jack sputtered and threatened to complain that he was deliberately run down.
“Go ahead,” said Bob coolly. “I saw what you tried to do to Jerry, and I know something about Bill Berry.”
At that Jack and his bully friend sneaked off without a word. They felt that it needed but a few words on the part of the three chums to get them into trouble, and they were glad enough to escape as easily as they did.
“I appreciate what you did, Chunky,” said Jerry. “You practically won the race for me, and you had a good chance yourself.”
“I hadn’t a chance in the world with you in it,” replied Bob. “Besides I won my race, so what did I want with another? I just had to run him down to save you. I’m glad I did.”
“I won’t forget it,” exclaimed Jerry, warmly, as he grasped his chum’s hand heartily.
And then the three boys, each one of whom had won a valuable prize that day, gathered up their wheels and belongings and prepared to start for home.