“Just what I say,” answered Dale. “I hate to get in a perspiration right before supper anyway.”
On and on went Andy and Pepper. The road was in excellent condition and so were the cadets. Each lad rode well and it remained a question as to who would come in ahead.
Half the distance to the post had been covered when the racers reached a turn. Around this they sped, and as they did so an unexpected scream reached their ears. It came from two girls in a buggy.
“Don’t run us down!” came the cry. And then the cadets saw that the girls had been in the act of turning their buggy around and that the turnout completely filled the road.
There was but one thing to do and that was to turn aside. Andy went to the right and Pepper to the left, and each brought up rather suddenly in a clump of bushes. Andy flew over his handle bars, and it was only his acrobatic agility that saved him from being seriously hurt.
There was but one thing to do, and that was to turn aside.
Both of the girls screamed again, this time louder than ever.
“They are killed!” moaned one.
“Oh, how dreadful!” came from the other.