“And the others are a lawyer and an officer of the law,” added Hiram. “There’s something afoot, Elmer. I guess what it is and—I’ll fool them.”
“The constable is coming this way!” exclaimed Elmer, apprehensively.
“He won’t get here quick enough,” declared Hiram. “I see through their tricks—Vernon is bent on having you arrested on some flimsy charge. The scoundrel counts on the belief that your father will pay him more money rather than see the Comet delayed for the race. We’ll disappoint him.”
The speaker shot out his hand to the wheel. His foot was ready to depress the self-starter button.
“All clear?” he called to the field man who stood close by, and the latter nodded and waved his hand.
“The constable is running towards us,” said Elmer rapidly.
Chug! chug! The Comet rose from the ground. Elmer Brackett uttered a great sigh of relief. Hiram chuckled softly to himself.
“Hold on! I’ve got a warrant! In the name of the law—ugh!”
The Comet gave a great sway. Its pilot dared not relax attention to his duties, but he shot a swift glance at the source of the outcry.
“The mischief!” uttered Hiram, in surprise and concern.