“My goodness, that’s Burton Poole standing up there and waving his pocketbook,” cried Dan.
“Oh, glory!” shouted Billy. “It’s number seven.”
Then they saw Chance Avery. His face was red, and he was too angry for words. He saw the Breton-Melville car sliding past and he undoubtedly had heard Billy’s joyous exclamation. If looks could burst a tire, Dan and Billy would have had a bad blow-out right there!
“It won’t hold them long,” said Dan, as their car pulled past the crowd. “Burton will pay the fine and they’ll come after us. Their time isn’t up, it’s likely, before half-past five. They will reach Greenbaugh if we do.”
“And we’re going to reach it,” acclaimed Billy, cheerfully. “Here’s the town line, Dannie. Let her go!”
CHAPTER XXIV
AN OBSTACLE RACE
They reached the station on High street, Greenbaugh, with a few minutes to spare. There were four cars already standing at the Carpenter House, the best hotel in the place. It was too expensive an inn for the Speedwell boys, however, and they drove around to another hostelry on a side street.
Besides, the Carpenter House veranda, and the yard, and the street in front of the hotel, were full of shouting, chaffing students from the seminary. Whether Chance Avery was so very popular with his former fellow students, or not, there was a great number interested in the motor car race.
“We want to keep away from them. Then we’ll be sure to escape trouble. I don’t want to talk with Chance just now,” said Dan Speedwell. “For I’m sore and I might say something I’d be sorry for later.”