Jerry took Bob’s place at the wheel, the others got out and the leader of the cowboys and two of his companions got into the auto. They were delighted with the way Jerry spun the machine along. By turns nearly all of the cattle rustlers were given a short journey in the car.
Then three, who seemed full of the spirit of mischief, took their seats. No sooner had Jerry started off with them than the cowboy in the seat with him tried to grab the steering wheel.
“Hold on there!” exclaimed the boy.
“That’s all right, sonny,” said the cowboy. “I reckon I can run this as well as you. Let me have a turn at it. I’ll show you what’s what!”
Jerry was firm in his refusal to let the man run the machine. He knew the cattle-puncher would speedily come to grief. Nestor observed the little difficulty and appealed to the leader to use his persuasion on the refractory fellow.
But the latter’s two companions now joined in his demand, and Jerry was being roughly handled as the men sought to put him from his seat. Suddenly the boy brought the car to a stop. He had a plan in mind.
“Did you ever see an automobile turn a somersault?” he asked the man who had first wanted to steer.
“No, I didn’t, sonny,” was the answer.
“Would you like to see it?”