“Give it up. Didn’t see any number on it.”
“I know. And Mr. Briggs’ car is behind us—we passed it.”
“Sure,” declared Dan, in surprise.
“Well, that car in the bridgeway was a maroon auto; I didn’t know there was more than one maroon car in the race; did you?” queried Billy, seriously.
CHAPTER XXII
UNDERHAND WORK
Before Dan Speedwell could let this statement of his brother’s fairly penetrate his mind the younger lad said, sharply:
“And here’s another!”
“Another what, Billy?” asked Dan. “Not another maroon auto?”
“Bosh! no! But another car, just the same, that we’re interested in.”