“Better let me take the rifle,” returned Nick, a sudden idea coming to him.
“All right.”
Patsy handed over the gun.
The next instant the auto rounded a hill and the Red Spider came into sight.
It was some distance off and racing at a speed which caused it to lurch dangerously from side to side.
“A stern chase is usually a long one, but I don’t think this will be,” muttered Nick. “We’re gaining at every jump.”
“And they don’t know yet that we’re after them,” chuckled Patsy.
“They know now,” said Chick. “One of them, on the rear seat, is turning around. There! He’s trying a shot.”
The report of a revolver echoed out, but the range was too great for effective shooting with small arms.