"Then you'd better put up a fence to keep 'em out," was the roadmaster's comment.
"You don't want us to come back with you, do you?" asked Dave, in a whisper. "We are off for a picnic and it is getting late."
"No, you can go on if you want to," answered Jed Sully. "I can manage them, I reckon. If they give me any trouble I'll put 'em in the lock-up and get you to testify to what they did on the road."
"Oh, Dave, let us go on!" cried Jessie. "I don't want to stay here another minute."
The others were all anxious to depart, and as soon as the road was entirely clear the two touring cars were started up.
"Hope you have a nice time clearing away that other stuff," remarked Phil to Nat Poole and his cronies, as the machine passed on.
"Don't you crow,—we are not done with you yet!" shouted Merwell, and Jasniff shook his fist at the departing cars. Nat Poole felt so humiliated he turned his gaze in another direction.
"It was a lucky thing that that roadmaster came along when he did," remarked Sam, when the scene of the encounter had been left behind. "If he hadn't showed up I don't know what we should have done."
"Maybe we would have had a fight," returned Ben.
"Oh, I am glad it didn't come to that!" cried Jessie, and her face showed her relief.