"Avast, I say!" growled Bunce. "Ye're too free with your jaw tackle. Lend a hand, an' let's get her on the track an' make off. The section gang'll be out purty soon, an' we want to be away afore they see us."
"Sure you do," agreed McGlory sarcastically. "It'll be healthier for my pard and me, too, I reckon, if we're absent when the section men come along. That's why you wanted to make such an early start, eh?"
Without more ado, the motor boys helped Bunce get the speeder down the slope and upon the rails.
"Any trains coming or going at this hour?" asked Matt, with sudden thought.
"Say," jeered McGlory, "it would be fine if we went head on into a local passenger!"
"No trains comin' or goin', mate," said Bunce. "That's another reason for the early start. Want me to run the thing?"
"I'll do the running," answered Matt. "You climb up in front with McGlory."
Bunce and McGlory got on the front bench. Matt "turned the engine over" by running with the speeder for a few steps, then climbed to his seat, and they began laboring up a stiff grade through the ravine.
The road was full of curves, and when it couldn't go around a hill it went over it.