Dick and Tom were close behind, and tried to catch up with him. But Bert would not have it so. As soon as they began to get close he would shoot ahead, and although they had a speedy car, they realized that they stood no chance against such a motorcycle as the “Blue Streak.”
Laughingly they gave over the attempt, and Bert dropped back until they were abreast of him.
“No chance, fellows,” he called gaily. “The old ‘Blue Streak’ and I don’t take the dust of any mere automobile.”
They exchanged jokes and friendly insults until they had gone much further than they realized, and were forced to turn back.
They stopped before parting and shook hands.
“So long, old fellow,” said Dick. “We’ll be waiting to meet you at Oklahoma.”
“Good-bye,” said Bert, wringing their hands, “see you later,” and, leaping on the “Blue Streak,” was soon lost to sight in a cloud of dust.