“Hi! get out of the road!” roared Harry, taking a tighter grip on his handle bars and apprehending trouble.
“Look out!” cried Arthur in shrill tones.
The boy in the middle of the road, not more than fifty feet distant at this moment, stood perfectly still and cried in a clear voice, sure to be heard above everything else:
“Swerve a bit to the side, both of you and there will be room enough.”
Simultaneously, he made a quick signal to the right and to the left.
Arthur steered a little to the right while Harry went to the left, both whizzing past the boy in the middle of the road who held his suitcase in front of him and stood perfectly still.
Neither of the boys even grazed him but there was little room to spare and the wind of the two wheels caused his coat to flutter violently and almost took off his soft hat.
In a moment more both boys were speeding down the hill at a tremendous gait and in another were out of sight around another and less sharp turn.
“My word! but that was a close shave!” ejaculated Harry, with a sigh and a feeling of intense relief. “I made sure that we were going to get spilled, the three of us.”
“Some cool head that!” returned Arthur. “Lots of fellows would have gone all to pieces. I came pretty near doing it myself.”