“Well, he ought to be spoken to,” said the man, more mildly. “We were giving him the right of the road as fast as possible; I never saw a man drive so recklessly in all my life!”
The angry automobilist was driving on, when Dan said:
“By the way, can you let us have a gallon of juice? We are stalled——”
“Haven’t any to spare!” snapped the man, as he threw on his speed.
“Ha!” ejaculated Billy. “I wish Mr. Briggs had tipped him into the ditch!”
“If it was Mr. Briggs,” muttered Dan, but his brother did not hear him.
“What’ll we do?” queried Billy again. “You don’t mean to stay here and beg of every car you see, do you? They’ll all turn us down.”
“All these cars aren’t driven by such fellows,” growled Dan.
“But say! When Mr. Briggs himself would act so mean——”
“Here’s another!” cried Dan, and this time he leaped into the very center of the road, determined to make the coming car slow down, at least.