"O Bobs," Harry cried, giggling hysterically, "please be careful! The horses might run away."
"O my, O my, O my great-grandmother!" Rob shouted with delight as he pointed ahead.
They could now see the whole of the road between them and town. It wound downhill through the sagebrush, and then crossed the main ditch of the irrigation company; from there it ran in a straight line between the fenced fields until it entered the town.
About a mile ahead, just after crossing the bridge, the automobile stood motionless. The three men had climbed out, and were moving distractedly about it. Apparently their efforts to start it were proving futile.
"What did I tell you?" chuckled Rob. "He's struck a mudhole and bogged down. Look! There's a big break in the ditch somewhere above and the road is flooded a foot deep. Get up, you Derby winners, get up!"
CHAPTER X
As Rob and Harry drew near the disabled automobile, Joyce stepped out into the muddy road and hailed them.