"Yous don't like t' hear anyt'ing rattle, hey?" queried Josh.
"Makes me nervous," laughed Matt. "Now hold onto your teeth, Josh. I'm going to let her out!"
"De quicker we kin go de better. Let's see how fast de ole gal kin travel."
They whirled around a turn in the narrow valley. The unexpected was lying in wait for them, for they came upon Spangler, on foot and walking toward the niche.
Josh gave a startled yell. Spangler, dumfounded at sight of the runabout, charging toward him with Motor Matt and the boy in front, stood as though rooted to the ground.
"Down, Josh!" cried Matt, advancing the spark; "get down behind the dashboard!"
As Matt spoke he sounded the horn. Spangler climbed out of the way with more haste than grace, and the runabout dashed past him.
"Yi-yip-ee!" tuned up the boy, waving his hand mockingly. "D'radder do dat dan git run down, hey?"
"Drop!" yelled Matt, and in a tone that made Josh crumple down between the seat and the dash.
Bang!