"Well, I guess!" answered the boy, rolling over the ledge. "Chee, but dey're a pair o' dough-heads. Good t'ing f'r us, too. What next, Matt?"
"We'll get to the Red Flier, turn it the other way along the trail, and ride back to Fairview."
"Oh, Lucy!" giggled Josh. "Fer a kid dat ain't had not'in' t' eat since yesterday mornin' I'm feelin' some fine! We gits de Red Flier, after all, an' dem guys is beat, hands down."
They were proceeding down the hillside while Josh was talking. When Matt reached the boulders that lined the road, he looked out.
Brisco and Spangler, hurrying as fast as their legs could carry them, were just vanishing around the bend.
"Now for the Red Flier—and Fairview!" said Matt, running out from among the boulders and laying a direct course for the red car.
"Dat's de talk, cull!" laughed Josh, hustling along after Matt.
Certainly it looked as though they were to have everything their own way, for a while at least—but they were not so lucky as they thought.