“Something in the road,” replied the steersman, pointing to a dark object.
The next instant three figures loomed up in the glare of the auto lamps.
“Climb out of that gasolene gig!” exclaimed a rough voice. “We’re hard up an’ we need help!”
[CHAPTER VI.]
A HOLD-UP.
“Who are you?” asked Jerry, boldly.
“Never mind who we are!” exclaimed the same voice. “Just git out of that choo-choo wagon an’ hand over what spare change you have.”
“Is this a hold-up?” demanded Ned.