“That’s a secret,” chuckled Sammy. “But you wait and see.”
“There’s the half-past bell,” sang out Bob. “Let’s hurry and see what’s going on before school begins.”
The Fairview schoolhouse was about half a mile from Bob’s home. He, Frank and Sammy lived near together. They had taken the bluff road lining Rainbow Lake. Just beyond the curve they were turning, the schoolhouse would come into view.
Bob broke into a run, swinging his books at the end of a strap gaily. Just past the stone wall and the line of trees shutting out the view, he halted dead short.
“What’s he staring at, I wonder?” said Frank.
“Don’t know. Let’s find out,” replied Sammy, and both hurried on.
“The mischief!” shouted Sammy.
He, too, halted. Frank joined them, and the three lads for a moment stood looking in wonder down the slanting road.
“It’s a runaway automobile,” cried Sammy.