The cowboy, who was coming across fairly high ground, could be seen waving his arms. Evidently he saw the motor-car and recognized those who were in it.
"That does the trick!" whispered Clipperton excitedly. "Hawley was coming along the Bluebell trail. The cowboy is drawing them into the other road. Luck! That will clear the way so you can get past on the Comet. Wait until the car is close to the cowboy. Then make a rush."
"For heaven's sake," begged Penny, "beat him in, Matt! The Comet can do it."
"The Comet is going to do it," said Matt, between his teeth.
All three of the boys watched while the motor-car flung itself up the gentle slope toward the cowboy.
"Now!" said Clip, starting up and laying hold of the Comet.
They trundled the machine back into the road and Matt got into the saddle and laid hands on the grip-control.
"Ready?" cried Penny.
"Let her go!" answered Matt.