“I swan!” exclaimed the farmer. “I voted for him for Congress.”
“Much obliged to you, I am sure,” said Mr. Armitage. “And I hope that you will not think I so illy deserved your vote as to race an automobile through these roads to the endangering of life and limb of good citizens.”
“Wa’al!” ejaculated the puzzled Mr. Jackson, “it was a car jest the same color as yours, Mr. Armitage.”
“And how many men were in it, Mr. Jackson?” interposed Polk.
“Come to think on’t, there warn’t but three,” admitted the farmer.
“Did you see the license number?”
“Not much! They went so quick I couldn’t see much but the color of the car.”
“And in which direction did they disappear?” asked the deputy.
The farmer pointed up the side road, away from the river.
“They are making for the railroad,” declared Mr. Briggs, in some excitement. “Drive ahead, Henri.”