The remainder of the party came up swiftly and stopped their cycles.
“What’s happened?” cried Billy, first to reach his brother’s side.
Dan pointed to the post, chopped off at the ground. All could see it.
“The car—is it hurt?” questioned Billy.
“I don’t think so,” replied his brother.
“The rascal! I’d like to pitch him over that wall myself,” declared the younger Speedwell, in a passion.
“Who is it? Who did it, Billy? Do you know?” were the questions fired at the impulsive lad.
Dan touched his brother’s arm, and Billy accepted the warning.
“I won’t say anything more—now,” Billy said, mysteriously. “But you can see what a mean trick it is—just as we got the derrick in place, too.”
“I believe you!” cried Jim Stetson. “I skinned a knuckle and pretty near broke my back helping you. I’d give something to get hold of the fellow who did it, myself.”