“I know it,” gritted Dan. “We’ve got to have it quicker than that—listen!”
“Another car coming. Another set of joshers,” complained Billy, who did not like being made a target for fun.
The car they heard was coming at full speed. Dan hesitated, and then stepped around the drab car and looked up the road. The running automobile appeared.
“Hooray!” yelled Billy. “It’s Mr. Briggs’ car. He’ll help us.”
The huge “forty-one” was plain upon the hood of the automobile. As it came on, however, the chauffeur showed no intention of reducing speed.
This was not a bad bit of road where the Speedwell boys were stalled. Car forty-one was evidently striving to make up some of the miles it had lost on the previous day. It came on like the wind!
Dan and Billy both waved their hands. The car did not swerve, nor did the chauffeur pay them the compliment of pulling down in the least.
The huge Postlethwaite swept on, was guided around the stalled car with skill, and rushed past and on around the next curve in the road—and all so quickly that the boys were speechless for a moment with surprise.
“Did you ever?” finally gasped Billy.
“Henri never even winked at us,” growled Dan.