“Say, I didn’t know those fellows were anywhere around here!” burst out Frank Newberry.
“I thought from what you fellows told us those fellows would steer clear of this vicinity,” added Bart White.
By this time Jack and Andy, who were on the front seat, were also looking back to see what had happened. They beheld a runabout standing close up to their own car. The collision had not been sufficient to do any more damage than to break the glass in both of the headlights of the runabout. They had struck the framework holding an extra shoe on the rear of the Rovers’ car, and for this reason the other automobile had not suffered any damage whatsoever.
“You fellows will pay for this damage!” grumbled Slugger Brown, who was at the wheel of the runabout.
“You did it yourself,” answered Bart White quickly.
“You fellows had no business to stop so suddenly!”
“They did it on purpose!” burst out Nappy Martell.
As was usual with the youth, he was loudly dressed, wearing a light checkered suit with a cap to match and a flaming red tie. He looked somewhat dissipated.
“I’ll attend to this,” said Jack to his cousins and the others. And without delay he leaped from the front machine and walked back to the other.
“Just see what you’ve done, Jack Rover!” began Slugger Brown. But then the stern look in Jack’s face caused him to come to a stop.