In spite of the nervous tension under which the boys were laboring, they joined in the laugh which the attorney started.
"Where was this, Jimmie, and what car did you use?"
"Up in Montana," gravely answered Jimmie, the while his eyes twinkled. "The car was that same little old 'Scout' we had when we found the 'Hidden Dynamo' that those train robbers used. It was near Kicking Horse Canyon in the Crazy mountains. Some ride!"
"You'll do, all right, Jimmie!" laughingly remarked Mr. Nobles. "For speed, you certainly have made a record!"
"Hang on!" warned Harry over his shoulder. "We're going to get out of town, as that freight conductor used to say."
For a few miles conversation was impossible. Harry's expert manipulations of the big car produced a burst of speed that would have been positively dangerous in less skillful hands. The boys took great pride in keeping every piece of machinery used by them in perfect order at all times, in preparation for an emergency such as the present, and, therefore, felt no less confidence in the machine than they did in its driver. To the attorney, however, the ride was anything but pleasant, and he was glad when Harry abruptly slackened pace.
At once the reason for this sudden change in speed was apparent. A burly constable with raised hand blocked the path.
"What's the charge, officer?" demanded Harry.
"Speedin'," was the laconic response, grimly delivered.