“Probably had another set,” was Nestor’s opinion.
The two machines were now moving almost side by side, up the defile which led to the mine. The autos were about two hundred feet apart and going at about the same rate of speed, which was not very fast, as the road was not of the best.
“How are you?” called out Jack Pender.
“None the better for seeing you,” replied Ned.
“Thought you was smart to take our batteries, didn’t you?” went on Pender. “Well, we’ll show you a trick or two. We’ll get to that mine before you!”
“You’ve got another guess comin’, young man!” cried Nestor. “When I git through with you there won’t be enough left to fill a hollow tooth. I’ve got a score to settle with you.”
At this, Jack sank back in his seat. Bill Berry, who had been eyeing the Motor Boys, shouted out:
“If you cubs are lookin’ fer trouble there’ll be plenty of it. We’re not in Cresville now, where all your friends are.”
“I’m a born trouble-hunter!” exclaimed Hank Broswick, rising in his seat and carelessly leveling his rifle at the wheels of Noddy’s auto. “I kin hit trouble a mile off!”