“Well, I’m not going to!” flared up Noddy, and as the tall lad urged his car toward the little strip of roadway between the piles of dirt, steering with skill, the bully also sent his machine toward the same place.
A head-on collision seemed imminent, and for an instant Jerry’s heart failed him. He was about to jam on the brakes and stop, when he saw that by putting on a spurt of speed he could just make it.
His foot pressed the accelerator pedal, and with a snort, the auto of the motor boys shot ahead through a narrow opening.
“Look out!” shouted Ned. “You’ll have us in the ditch, Jerry!”
Jerry gave the steering wheel a quick twist to get clear of the ditch, and also to avoid running into Noddy’s car which was now forging toward him.
He just managed to pass by, and was steering back on the road again, when, before he could possibly avoid it, a little spotted calf dashed out of a lane leading into the highway.
The small animal, with a bleat, got directly in the path of the auto of our friends, and stood there with its legs far apart.
“Look out!” shouted Ned. “You’ll hit it, Jerry.”
But it was too late. The force acquired from the sudden spurt could not be overcome in an instant, even though Jerry jammed on both brakes with all his force.