Bill stared up at the white fleecy cloud rolling in over the field. Then he twisted his head in the direction of the house, and cut down the throttle speed.
“Here they come, Charlie!” he said evenly. “Better get that rifle ready!”
Chapter III
INTO THE AIR
The lights of a car swung round the hemlocks, then levelled directly on the field as the automobile sped down the stretch of lawn between the stables and the cornfield.
“Better get off, Bill! They’ll get us sure!” Charlie’s treble shrieked into the receivers clamped to Bill’s ears.
“No, they won’t! And for the love of Mike, Charlie, don’t shout like that!”
“Well, what’s to stop them?”
“That!” said Bill briefly.
The speeding motor car bucked like a live thing—described a half circling dive in the air and crashed down sideways to its former course. The headlights snapped out and both lads felt the tremor of a dull explosion.
“Jiminy! Somebody got hurt!” cried young Evans.