"I didn't, eh?"
"No."
"What if I'd been killed?"
"You could hear our bikes half a mile off—unless you are deaf," put in Joe.
"It ain't my business to listen for them contraptions," growled the man on the hay wagon. "I got my work to do."
"Well, don't blame us," said Frank. "And the next time you drive out of a side road like that, stop, look and listen."
"Say, who do you think you're givin' orders to?" and now the man reached for his whip and acted as if he meant to get down and thrash somebody.
"None of that—if you know when you are well off," cried Joe, his eyes blazing.
Chet stepped forward.
"If you say the word, we'll give you all that is coming to you," he put in.