A moment later he hit the calf squarely and the unfortunate little creature went down in the road, under the car.
[CHAPTER V]
“STUNG!”
“Here, hold on there! Stop that gasolene contraption! I’ll have th’ law on ye fer runnin’ down my calf-critter! What right ye got t’ go racin’ around th’ land killin’ a poor man’s critters right an’ left? Hold on, I’ll sue ye fer damages!”
A grizzled old man, wearing a pair of ragged overalls, with a ragged blue jacket to match, and with a bunch of white whiskers on his chin wiggling up and down as he shouted the above words, rushed down the lane out of which the spotted calf had come, and shook his fist at the lads in the auto.
“Hold on there!” he repeated.
“We are holding on,” remarked Jerry grimly, as he got out and looked under the car at the calf.
The creature had not been touched by the wheels, but lay between them. Unnaturally still it lay, nor did it bleat or give a sign of life. Jerry took hold of the tail, and was about to pull it out, hoping it was not much hurt, though his heart misgave him.
“Here, what ye goin’ t’ do?” demanded the angry farmer.