“My throat is all parched up!” cried Bob. “I must have water!”
“So you shall!” shouted Jerry.
[CHAPTER XXVI.]
GOLD!
“Do you mean to stop the car and let them git ahead of us?” demanded Nestor.
“I’m going to stop the car,” replied Jerry, “but they’re not going to get ahead of us.”
“How you goin’ to prevent it?”
“I’ll show you. Wait until we get to the bridge.”
The two machines were close together and the bridge was now about an eighth of a mile ahead. Suddenly Jerry shifted the lever to throw the third gear into place, at the same time opening the throttle. The red auto fairly sprang forward, leaving the other behind.