"Still gainin'!" announced Josh.
"How far are they behind?"
"A hundred feet. It's a wonder dey don't shake some bullets out o' deir guns dis way. One of 'em's tootin' his bazoo at us."
"What does he say? Can you hear?"
"He says ter stop 'r he'll put a bullet into one o' our tires. Chee! If he does dat——"
Matt snatched one hand from the steering-wheel.
Honk, honk! he answered derisively.
Sping!
The warning report was followed by the whistle of a bullet. It did not come anywhere near the Red Flier, but spatted harmlessly into the valley wall.
Josh laughed wildly and waved his hand. The spirit of the race was surging through his veins and had wiped out all sense of fear.