Both boys hastened to examine the car. To their satisfaction they found that not much damage had been done beyond a slight wrenching of the steering gear. This was due to the fact that they had been going at reduced speed.
"Gracious! Suppose we had been coming along at the same pace we'd been hitting up right along," exclaimed Jimsy.
"We wouldn't be here now," declared Roy; "we'd be in the next county or thereabouts."
"Yes, we'd have kept right on going," agreed Jimsy; "talk about flying! But, say, who can have done this?"
"Not much doubt in my mind it's the work of that outfit of Kelly's. He told us to look out for trouble, and he appears to be making it for us."
"The precious rascal; he might have broken all our necks."
"That's true, if we'd been hitting up high speed."
"How are we going to get out of this?"
Peggy asked the question just as the man who had been driving the cattle came running up.
"What's the trouble?" he asked, gazing at the odd scene.