“No trouble that I know of,” answered Jack. “I stopped my car, and this fellow came up behind me so suddenly that he smashed his headlights.”
“I see.” The policeman turned to Slugger Brown. “Your own fault, was it?”
“It was his fault! He stopped too quickly,” grumbled Slugger. “But—er—I—I—won’t make any complaint—at least not—not now,” he said lamely. “I’ll take this up later.”
“And we’ll get what’s coming to us—you see if we don’t!” put in Nappy Martell.
Then Slugger Brown started up the engine of his runabout, backed up a few feet, and turned out into the roadway. He ran around the nearest corner and up the road, and was soon out of sight in the distance.
CHAPTER VI
CELEBRATING THE BASEBALL VICTORY
“He was afraid to make a complaint,” was Fred’s comment.