“Somebody get out another car and give chase!” cried Jim.
“But then Harrington will only run faster,” objected his sister.
Suddenly they saw the car describe a graceful curve and return toward them. The reckless youth handled Poole’s auto like a veteran.
“We’ve got a chance to stop him when he comes by,” declared Avery.
“How?” sneered Jim Stetson. “He’d run right over you. He wouldn’t care. I tell you he doesn’t act as though he had good sense.”
“What do they let such a fellow go loose for, then?” cried Chance Avery.
As he spoke they were all startled by the change which they saw plainly flash into young Harrington M’Kim’s features. His countenance writhed, he fell back in the seat, let go of the wheel and his body was convulsed in the grip of the epileptic seizure. The automobile was running wild!
CHAPTER XX
OFF ON THE ENDURANCE TEST
The boy was a sad sight himself; but the peril which menaced him and—incidentally—Burton Poole’s auto, moved some of the onlookers more than did the pitiful condition of young Harrington M’Kim.