As the shutter clicked, the racer’s companion, turned angrily toward Flash. Then pulling his hat down low, he hastily retreated.
“Camera shy,” thought Flash. “I’ve seen that fellow before. But where?”
He was staring after the man when Doyle called to him. Quickly he walked back to the News-Vue sound wagon. A policeman stood there, talking with the technician.
“Anything wrong?” Flash asked.
“There will be if you don’t get this truck out of here!” the policeman replied grimly. “You’re blocking the view of race officials.”
“What officials?” Doyle demanded belligerently.
“None of your smart talk,” the policeman returned. “Either show your permit or move out of here!”
“I can’t see that we’re blocking the judges’ view,” Flash interposed. “And we’re all set to shoot the start of the race. If we move now we’ll likely miss it.”
“Why be so tough?” added Doyle.
The policeman had shown visible signs of weakening. But at Doyle’s question, he became grim again.