“Did you think I’d run you down?” asked Bob.
“I don’t know anything about autos,” answered Andy.
“She can’t go until I connect the speed-gears,” explained Bob, with something of a superior air. “Hop in, Andy!”
Andy climbed back to his rear seat, Bob threw the lever forward to first speed, and the car, moving slowly at first, but with increasing swiftness, started down the road.
“Look out for dogs!” advised Ned.
“We don’t want roast chicken for supper, so you needn’t bother to kill any,” came from Jerry.
“I can steer as good as either of you,” exclaimed the stout lad. “You nearly hit a man the other day, Jerry, and I guess you’ve forgotten, Ned, how you broke down one of Mr. Smith’s shade trees. I’m not as bad as that.”
Honk! honk! sounded down the road in the rear of the boys.
“Here comes another auto,” said Jerry. “Keep over to one side, Bob.”
Honk! honk! This time it was Bob who blew his horn to let the oncomers know some one was ahead of them. The noise of the approaching car sounded nearer.