"That's so, too," said Spangler. "We may hev use fer it even if ye don't clean up on Legree. With another pair o' shoes an' tubes, an' a place whar we kin keep a supply o' gasoline an' oil, an' them steel bottles o' compressed air, we could circle all around through this here Southwestern kentry, takin' our toll wharever we wanted ter pick it up."
"Sure we could, and we will!"
"I'm glad o' one thing," observed Spangler.
"What's that?"
"Why, thar won't be any more glass throwed in the road, same as thar was during t'other chase we had with that Red Flier. King had a lot in the red car, if ye remember, an' I dumped it all out."
"We'll nip 'im this time," said Brisco, through his teeth.
"We got ter, that's what. If we don't—— Tear an' ages, Hank! Be keerful!"
The runabout had been hurled at a curve. There was no lessening of the speed, and the entire machine slid sideways to the edge of the road, banging into the rocks with a force that pitched Spangler against the dashboard. He came within one of going clear over upon the hood.
"Get back in your seat and hang on!" yelled Brisco. "We haven't commenced to run yet."