“I’m killed! He’s blinded me!” yelled the tramp, who had grabbed Bob.
“Oh! oh! My head is blown off!” yelled the other ruffian.
Both of them toppled from the steps of the auto and rolled over and over in the road, screaming with pain and fright.
“And there’s one for you!” shouted Ned, taking aim at the tramp in front of the machine, and once more the hissing sound was heard.
“Wow!” cried the fellow, and, whirling around, he dashed off, full speed, down the road.
“Bully for you! Hit ’em again—knock ’em out—smash—bang—never say die—hear ’em yell—do it again—siss—boom—ah! Whoop!” cried Andy, standing on the seat and waving his cap.
The two tramps who had fallen to the road got up, and, still yelling in pain, followed their companion.
“Start off!” exclaimed Ned to Bob. “I guess they won’t bother us again very soon.”
“What in the world did you do to them?” asked Jerry.